Guitars and Strawberry Ch1/PrologueWhen I roll over, my eyes are blinded by the sunlight coming through my window, now free of the boards nailed over it all those years agoGuitars and Strawberry Ch1/Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
(Forty-three years, to be exact.)
I shield my eyes from the light, and, groaning with the effort, I sit up. I stretch as much as my frail body will allow, and I rub the sleep from my eyes. When I reach blindly but out of muscle memory for my top hat, which should be on my dresser because I set it there every night before I go to bed, it isn't there. An exasperated sigh escapes my parched lips, and I scan first my dresser, and then catch sight of the brim peeking out from underneath my bed.
I lug myself out of bed with another sighnot out of exasperation, but out of the little sparks of pain I receive because of my growing arthritis and my bones just becoming old and weak. Slowly but surely, I kneel, and I fetch my top hat from underneath my bed; I wipe away the dust and put it on my balding head.
I stand after some effort, and I make my w
Coffee Shop“What would you like?”Coffee Shop in Short Stories More Like This
I run a hand over my face, covering my eyes for a moment. God, I’m so tired. I peek at her with one eye through my hand. I take a deep breath and exhale, “Surprise me.”
The girl behind the counter of the coffee shop smiles at me and turns around to make my order. Besides me and her, there’s one old man (who’s a regular here and is actually very nice). Not the most popular coffee shop, but it’s the best, in my opinion. But, then again, it is five in the morning.
I sit down at the counter. The wood that’s just above the counter is covered with inscriptions and messages, most about coffee, others about peace and indecipherable things. My short hair flops over my eyes and I bring my hand through it, making sure it stays to its corresponding side. Don’t want it to look weird—well, weirder than it already is. I look down and button my cardigan to pass time.
“You’re staying in? I’
Rise of the Guardians thingShe acts like Winter but walks like Fall.Rise of the Guardians thing in Short Stories More Like This
That’s what I think of this girl. She stands beside my pond, which isn’t frozen over yet. It usually is by now, but winter’s come late. Her gait as she stepped up to the pond was light but kind of rushed, and made me think of how people walk in Fall. But her appearance says “Winter”.
Her bare feet curl. She’s been standing there for a moment after walking up to it. I’ve never seen her before, and she looks about my age. At least, what my age was before.
I hear the wind, and then she reaches a foot out over the surface of the pond. Her long, long hair moves as she steps.
And underneath her foot turns to ice. I’m surprised. Very surprised.
She takes another step. Her feet line up next to each other. She’s standing on ice. Ice she made. Then she raises her arms and jumps high into the air, with the help of some wind, and lands on the other side of the pond. She turns around, ice-blue eye
435 Writing Prompts #5: Feather#5: Feather.435 Writing Prompts #5: Feather in Short Stories More Like This
"Birds of a feather often flock together." He shrugs.
She looks at him, studying him for a moment. They sit together on top of his old-old-Bonneville, which they finally agreed on naming "BoBo". The color of it is a dark pastel red, all in pristine condition (although the gas-guzzler part is sort of disappointing). "It's a nice night," he said. "Great for a drive."
So ensued a night full of candy, coffee, energy drinks, bare feet on the dashboard, "Walk 500 Miles" on an endless loop, and loud shouts to bad drivers.
Now it needs to end with a bang. So here they are, stuck in park on top of the hill leading to his house, lost in the country outside of their hometown, sitting on the roof of BoBo. They blow bubbles with their color and flavor-changing gum (which doesn't really work, but it's still fun to try), watching the city over the trees surrounding his house.
Peaceful, huh? Yes. Definitely. That's the reason why they sit in monotonous silence, knees to chests
435 Writing Prompts #35: Breathless.#35: Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)435 Writing Prompts #35: Breathless. in Short Stories More Like This
My warm breath must spark and leave smoke, because it’s fog in the air.
We’re standing on the roof of the school, and it’s wonderful and it’s winter and I feel like a wander-luster.
Vivian is smiling next to me, and we’re both breathless. Racing up some steep, steep stairs makes you more tired than you already are, and it’s also maybe slightly lowering my self-esteem, by the way she’s taunting me now. She won. I’m the one in track and basketball and football (though I never really liked any sports at all, though I play it for the fun and it gives me something to look forward to, I guess), and maybe… just maybe, I let her win. She needs the boost. Her parents are gone and so are mine and we’re all each other have.
Sometimes she gets distracted by things that bring up memories. Like sometimes when we’re walking, she’ll just stop for a moment, and I’ll have to snap her out o
435 Writing Promts #6: She sings.#6: She Sings.435 Writing Promts #6: She sings. in Short Stories More Like This
Her voice reaches the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. She crosses all the octaves with her birdsong
It's more beautiful. It says something more; her voice is a book. But it doesn't mean that she's an open book. She's the one who never talks, but when she does, it's a little squeak.
But when she sings she tells us everything, no squeak to be heard. Love, hate, happiness, sadness. Anything and everything. All of it.
But nobody sees it like I do.
They all think it's just a memorized piece, but I know. It's deep, it's all hers.
And it tears me apart that I can't do anything about it.
Communication“Vivian?” the screen flickers to life and I tap the seemingly thin screen set into the wall, smiling when I see Floyd’s face flicker into view. “Can you hear me?” the screen glitches for a second before catching up, and he taps his screen, tilting it slightly, which straightens it.Communication in Short Stories More Like This
“Loud and clear, Floydie.” I say, smiling. I wipe some of my bangs from my face and adjust my shirt to a more comfortable position.
He smiles widely, staring through the screen at me for a moment. “So…how’s everything been?”
I shrug. “Fine.” I curl up in my white swivel chair, wrapping my arms around my bare, pale legs. “Tested some things. My arm still hurts from the needle.”
“The usual?” Floyd says, more like a statement than a question. The screen glitches regularly. It’s partly the distance, I guess, and I’m not sure about what else makes it happen. Seeing his face feels good, even if it
Guitars and Strawberry Ch. 3 EDITIt took me a while to get back to the store. Maybe a few weeks. I think Strawberry almost lost hope until I came back. I definitely could tell she was lonely by the way she said “or if you don’t”. She wanted someone to talk to.Guitars and Strawberry Ch. 3 EDIT in Short Stories More Like This
And I guess I somehow made the cut.
The next time I see Strawberry it’s the middle of October and my Thneed is now used to keep me warm. My fall coat and fedora are comfy in the moderate air as I walk down the sidewalk, and the local people in long coats with the collars up to their ears see the Thneed and snicker, but I ignore them. Then the next person I pass stops, but I keep going.
The voice shocks me, and at first I don’t know what to think.
“Still not sell that Thneed yet?”
I glance back and then stop, turning around. It’s Strawberry. She wears a scarf wrapped around her neck, and her hair’s in a neat ponytail. Her cliché eyes even smile like her mouth, or maybe it’s reflecting the o
Guitars and Strawberry Ch. 2"All Things Music". That was the name of her shop. When I first saw her she had the cliché of all seventies hairstyles: blonde, pin-straight, cut straight at the bottom, no bangs. And when she first saw me it was with those blue eyes. How more seventies-love-story can you get?Guitars and Strawberry Ch. 2 in Short Stories More Like This
My shoes squeak as I walk into the store, fedora hiding my face more than my bad hair day (which of course is everyday). Thneed wrapped around my neck, I look nervously around for guitar strings. The aisles are set close together, with things packed together, but neat and organized in the small space.
Just as I begin to enter the aisle marked "Guitars", a voice comes from behind me.
"You're looking for guitar strings?"
I peek over the corner for a moment and then take a step back, furrowing by brow and lifting my hat slightly. The first thing I see is her straight, dirty-blonde hair. Her face is slightly round, and her hand is neatly tucked underneath her chin as she reads a book set on the counter.
Guitars and Strawberry Chapter 19I blink. I swallow. “Um,” I begin. I slide the Frank Sinatra record back in its case and set it down on the counter. “I…made that.”Guitars and Strawberry Chapter 19 in Short Stories More Like This
The girl nods. “Uh-huh.” She pauses, and then walks up, pulling her wallet from her back pocket. “How much do you want for it?”
I glance back at Straw, and she just raises her eyebrows at me and gestures at the woman with her eyes. I turn back to the woman. She’s flipping through her bills. “Uh, look, they’re only—“
“Is there more?” Another woman rushes through the door and up to the counter, beside the first.
“Uh, no, not now, but there will be—“
“I’ll give you a hundred for it.” She interrupts.
The other looks offended, and adjusts my Thneed on her head. She looks at me, shoving a handful of bills towards me. “A thousand.”
“Uh, girls, wait.” I push the girl’s hand away. “They’re onl
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour in Free Verse More Like This
My Darkest Hour
I've become lost
In my sundered reflection
I've finally crossed
The line of desperation
I sense something sinister
Something that is beyond cruel
My tears seem to hinder
Ready to break down soon
The darkness is always waiting
To rule / To conquer
To swallow / To devour
To return / To overpower
The shadows are always lurking
As I cry / As I weep
As I beg / As I plead
As I fall / As I grieve
The blinding fear is consuming
My anxiety-infected veins pour
I'm beyond weak
I don't want to be afraid anymore
Let me bleed
This is the only way out
A perfect exit for a coward
No longer am I bound
I couldn't survive my darkest hour
TimelessTimeless in Free Verse More Like This
Seconds to minutes
There's nothing to show for my on-going patience
All I seem to cling on to is this futile existence
I'm slowly succumbing to the dreadful silence
Too long have I been dependent on hopeful emotions
Nothing to lose, and nothing to gain, thus everything is pointless
Hours turn into days
I helplessly idle by as life itself starts to decay away
I throw away the memories of yesterday
Those special moments I held onto; all the effort I gave
I thought it was all for something because it could never have been replaced
Though I only have myself to blame, as I continue to allow everything be disgraced
Months seem like years
I've parted with all that felt dear
The outcome of this solitude is fierce
I can't help but fill the empty lands with my tears
New oceans shall arise and attempt to drown out the despair
But if it does not succeed then I will remain inside this unknown fear
Forever lasts an eternity
In this broken state I shall rema
Rain Of FateRain Of Fate in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Fate
The proud flags were torn away
When warfare came
Burning buildings collapsed
Just like the nations which used to stand
We're no longer united
Because we're consumed by fighting
Quarreling over desires / selfishness is earned
Money sets lives on fire / morals are governed
Humanity conquered this gift of nature
Because we were given this curse of failure
Just our simple touch turns beauty into torture
And we won't stop, until we get more and more
The sins of our fathers
The prayers of our mothers
The tears of our sisters
The blood of our brothers
A man-made cycle of life and death
Believing in religion; and abiding by justice
Living a life of crime, and an unmatched wickedness
Made-up answers to made-up questions is all we will get
The last living tree burned
Pity among Mother Earth mourned
The dark clouds shed tear drops of forgotten affection
While we only care about our selves, when the planet needs compassion
The dire cries for help needs to be heard
My Broken PromisesMy Broken Promises in Free Verse More Like This
My Broken Promises
I know \ you don't need to remind me anymore
I heard / those heartfelt words many times before
You remember I said I would always be there for you when you needed me
But instead, I just upped and left the both of us, so heartlessly
Knowing very well that you're the most important person, I'm so sorry
Maybe these words of my inner hurt will help you understand clearly
I always thought that my first kiss ever would be with a special someone
But it was taken away from me in a split second, the loss cannot be undone
And I planned to keep my virginity for a little while longer, I wasn't ready yet
But I was robbed of it, the exploring hands and eyes is what I will never forget
One day, a person can be young, and hopeful, and oh-so innocent
The next, life has changed, and the remorse makes everything different
I hope \ you believed me when I said I'd never let go
I wished / that no one would ever find my suicide note
ApartApart in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
Dreaming Of BloodDreaming Of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Blood
I lay solemnly asleep-
Crimson droplets rain down
The heavens are weeping for me-
Releasing all the tears that I won't
I'm cradled by the secrets from within
And the promises of hope that I'm afraid to sing
Along with those memories that bring me to the very brink
My closed eyes peer up at the sun-stained sky
Painting a portrait of a desired life
Yearning to feel what it's like to live without strife
As my unconscious hand reaches for a trustworthy knife
I open myself up for the first time
And experience my body shiver and cry
A RED RELEASE! / A LIQUID SCREAM!
A CHAIN UNLEASHED! / A NIGHTMARE FREED!
Casting away the years of past consequences
I hit rock-bottom many times before- so I'll do anything to become painless
I temporarily let go and stop another era of darkness
And I can feel once again from acting so careless
I consider it harmless if I survive my own carna
Shade Of BlueShade Of Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Shade Of Blue
From a deep slumber...
I have awoken
To this cruel color...
That leaves me haunted
My eyes scream
As I opened the door to my soul
Those thoughts of you start to bleed
Reminding me that you're just a person I used to know
A dark ocean blue that I once knew
Leaked through my window
It matched this mood
Amplifying the sorrow
Sparking negative energy
It's the secret source of my core
The only element allowing me-
To survive another day, once more
Without a care
I can endure
Without a prayer
I push forward
So let this hue shower
With extreme hatred
Force the nostalgia to devour
And let my heart remain powerless
Wishing I was never left behind
I'm not baffled that you still bother me to this day
The reminders of you are such a beautiful sight
I'm sure the desires for you will never fade
The last of our memories aren't kind
It's haunting waking up without you...
I'm surrounded in my empty life
By this lovely shade of blue...
My Invisible LifeMy Invisible Life in Free Verse More Like This
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
Remains Of A FlowerRemains Of A Flower in Free Verse More Like This
Remains Of A Flower
One by one
I love you so
Petal by petal
I want you to know
Second by second
I would never let you go
My sick heart clutched the surroundings on the inside
Filled with unseen love that can't make it's way to the outside
Unseen tears bide, along with these strong feelings that I try and hide
My whole body wants to just curl up every time I see you
Concealing the secrets within, I guess there's nothing else I can do
So like a human flower, the emotions I have for you just grew and grew
Never ceasing, never sleeping, never thinking of anything else
I hate this daydreaming, because I always self-consciously doubt myself
Dwelling over the fact that I never stood a chance at expressing what I really felt
One by one
I couldn't take it anymore
Petal by petal
I had to confess what I could no longer ignore
Second by second
I needed to say everything that I should've said before
But you stopped me, and didn't even give me a chance
You were like a frostbit
I'm So Far Away From HopeI'm So Far Away From Hope in Free Verse More Like This
I'm So Far Away From Hope
Society told me the world is black and white
I didn't want to believe it
Because I want something more than a narrow minded life
I need something different
Feeling as if I was truly alone in this world
It's hard to keep believing
Feeling as if I no longer could move forward
It's difficult to keep breathing
I'm stuck between the realms of discrimination and belief
I had to lock away my tears in a prison
For I am the only one who can keep my resolve safe
But I'm such a fragile person
I knew I couldn't take any of it / I knew everyone is so swift with judgment
I knew I would fall to the hatred / I knew everyone's morals are blinded
Maybe it is meant
To be like this from beginning to end
To endure without crying
To practice the art of suffering
I wanted to find change
But I'm not strong enough for this pain
The hollowed promises won't be found
Because I was taught to despise myself
I was told that there was nothing here for me
I failed right
No love for the empireAt Endor there was a huge cost for both sides involved. The Rebel Alliance lost roughly 1/5 of the fleet and with those vessels more crewmen than even I can count. These are men and women who died for a dream but we need to remember The Imperial Fleet lost people too. Not droids, not just warships but people. How much of a loss? I will leave that to the historians to calculate. For us the war continues.No love for the empire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The following journal entry was found on data pad in the hand of a Star Destroyer crewman in a damaged escape pod shortly after the battle of Endor. Only now am I transcribing it, for the man whose name we will never know. I cannot help feel some sorrow and remorse for his death by Asphyxia I can relate to his sense of duty and pride in service. He did not deserve death; this was not an evil man.
-. Thanu Onal Medic Home One
I have no deep love for the Empire I have no deep hatred for the Rebellion. I am simply a man trying to do my job as best as I can do it. I joined to escape the po
A mountain flowerThere were still wild places in the galaxy despite what those on the Core Worlds liked to believe and say. There were still those unclaimed pockets of pristine unclaimed wilderness untouched by the hands of sentient beings interested in resources and predation of the natural world.A mountain flower in Short Stories More Like This
The savage beauty of Kashyyyk, the rolling hills and plains of Naboo and the harsh red tinted landscape of Geonosis. This was none of those places. This place was an out of the way corner of Manda’yaim. Most of the planet was a wild unexplored wilderness anyway but these mountains were the definition of the word remote. The city of Keldabe was thousands of kilometers away and this place was hundreds of kilometers from the nearest town.
But there were always those who saw natural beauty merely as a resource to be exploited. Saradi Zerimar, daughter of clan Zerimar was not among them. She knew not to take more than she could use and she knew that true strength, not just the stren
Blood among the stonesNgari PrefectureBlood among the stones in Short Stories More Like This
3 February 2008
One word came to mind when most people thought of Tibet, Himalayas. Kristof Bergmann had thought the same thing until he was sent there and he added another word, Cold.
Not that he minded much, he was with those he was closer to than his own family and who had saved from sinking back into a life of crime. He was a medic and in the absence of any injured Diamonds or Tibetans he had nothing but boredom. Not quite true, he had his lunch on an old shipping crate he was using as a table but even the warm MRE did nothing to take his mind off the boredom and cold.
There’d been a few rough nights in his earlier life as well, East German prisons hadn’t been built for comfort nor had the gang hangouts where he’d spent his teenage years. He still harbored regrets over that but by and large they had passed when he’d found the Black Diamonds. He brushed crumbs of something he couldn’
Grace to Conquer Companion PieceBishkek KyrgyzstanGrace to Conquer Companion Piece in Short Stories More Like This
5 July 2032
Karolina Lu- Delacroix she reminded herself once again was wide awake; the events of what felt very long day still didn’t feel quite real, the wedding yesterday morning, the crew that had descended on Michael’s apartment and on the airport to unload the M.A.R.S cargo plane that had carried her things from Sevastopol. She wasn't sure how Morozov had pulled off what he nicknamed "Operation Wedding Gift" but she suspected Michael had somehow been involved, he would have to be. They were moved into the house in Bishkek unpacked and everything was where it needed to be in less than 2 hours. She was truly grateful for the help and let her bare feet tread the wooden floors of the home the newlyweds now owned, they had no plans to go anywhere, they had seen so much of the world through their work but sadly had not been able to enjoy much about their travels.
Her father would have loved to h
Mando'ad Jo'rahii(A Mandalorian Speaks)The best warriors in the galaxy aren't the Jedi, nor are they my people though Mandalorians pride themselves on their skills. They are the average people who stand up and fight for what they believe. These were the ones who defeated us, while Revan was the one who developed strategies and tactics it was the men and women of the Republic's armies and navies that fought and stopped us.Mando'ad Jo'rahii(A Mandalorian Speaks) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And so it is with the Rebel Alliance in their fight against the tyranny of the Empire. They are fighting a war on a hundred fronts on hundreds of worlds spread throughout the galaxy and I can respect their determination. The Jedi are gone and the Mandalore has not gathered the clans to his banner in their support as he is still securing our homeworld, freed with their assistance but I am sure his thoughts and best wishes are reserved for them, as mine have always been.
Holy Ground Part 222 January 2027 2319 HRSHoly Ground Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Frederic Bauer had his own demons haunting him, nothing quite so severe or long held, but they still bothered him, concerns about ammo, food and their armor, it had gotten dark hours ago, they had night vision but that did nothing for the bitter cold. If daylight had been bad this would be even worse, he didn't like that idea. He struggled to stay warm or awake, he would settle for either. Warm was better. He had ordered that all of his men wear their gas masks as protection, how much it would help, he didn't know. A loud burst of gunfire just to the North shattered the masonry above his head coating him in more dust. He'd gotten used to this, he wheeled around and fired in the general direction as the shots, the reaction, a pain filled scream told him he had gotten a lucky hit. "They must have some way of keeping warm." He realized aloud in a sudden burst of German. "Be ready to move." He ordered in English.
"We're taking their heat. Scatter, make us h
Something that's been on my mind(I have a right to my opinions and the right to practice my faith as I see fit, so I welcome civil discussion but I will not tolerate trolls and whatever your personal beliefs, please respect mine as I'll respect yours. I can't lead you to truth by beating you over the head with it)Something that's been on my mind in Philosophical More Like This
Am I only one who's noticed the decline in Christian music both in quality and lyrical content? Things have changed since I was younger, enough that I've noticed it for a long time. We used to have the late and much missed Rich Mullins who wrote
"And the coal trucks come a-runnin' With their bellies full of coal
And their big wheels a-hummin' Down this road that lies open like the soul of a woman
Who hid the spies who were lookin' For the land of the milk and the honey And this road she is a woman She was made from a rib
Cut from the sides of these mountains Oh these great sleeping Adams
Who are lonely even here in paradise Lonely for somebody to kiss them
and I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my song In th
Rock SkipperI have an affinity for water. It soothes my soul somehow, makes me feel safe. It entices, bewitches and beguiles. In the quiet, when the water is smooth as glass, it pleads a silent invitation. The endless stillness calls to me, begging for something. I have been called like this since I was a child and there was only one consistent solution.Rock Skipper in Philosophical More Like This
Rocks. Now, I am a great skipper of rocks.
There is something about walking along the shore, searching for beautifully flat rocks. The joy of the hunt, the thrill of such a simple chase is magic. My eyes scan and peruse the tan sand grains, searching for perfectly flat-sided rocks. Running constantly in the back of my mind is the thought of beating my record of eight skips. I accept or reject on that basis. The water invites, the wind whispers. I stoop and smile, sandy fingers searching, while dark hair flies around my eyes.
One thought persists: all I need is one flat side. Color matters not, size matters not (not really, I'm that good of
Recollectionyou are mystery,Recollection in Free Verse More Like This
slipping through my fingers;
I had you once, didn't I?
Ruthless [persistent]Ruthless in Free Verse More Like This
words flood a fire in my synapses
forming sentences, shapes, ideas
it is a barrage,
wild and unruly,
DesirousDesirousDesirous in Free Verse More Like This
enveloping and preserving, we
fall into an endless age of
and stars that blind
behind closed eyes.
a great gulf churns,
filled with a cacophony of our secrets,
needs and desires separating the press of today from
and your dark eyes that bind me.
Like A Mirror.
the sweetest sighs
layered upon, drenched within and
my soft skin
with your rough hands and resonant voice-
hearing my heart's desire through the shroud of this surface.
See. Behold. Embrace. Entwine.
SilhouetteI composed a thousand poems in my head tonightSilhouette in Free Verse More Like This
as the twilight glows faded and evenings shadow grew.
It seemed the time passed slowly as my mind pictures flew,
every lingering moment cemented in lexis;
my thoughts wrapped up in you.
The brevity of time is offensive
as words tumble about in my brain.
Restless eyes closed but seeing still,
I compose and write and rhyme my pain
until sleep spreads a less than tranquil stain.
While slumber is toiling about in my memories
I will do my best to bring forth forget,
a cold, dark and painless shroud.
No mysterious antidote, but a freeing net-
erasing everything except your blank shadowy silhouette.
Your favourite colorShe asked him what his favorite color was, and he replied "magic".Your favourite color in Philosophical More Like This
"Truly?" she replied, with a quizzical look upon her face.
She pondered this idea for a few moments, circling round and round the idea of the color of magic. Images spoke quietly in her mind and she had an imaginary conversation with him in return. It went something like this:
"There are many colors in the world, dear. Think of birds. Think of all the colors of imagination found in their sweet layers of tiny feathers. The Rainbow Lorikeet and Crimson Rosella have over half a dozen colors to choose from between them. A simple black bird, an owl, and even the Magpie showcase their beautiful colors magnificently. You still are set on magic? Humm
What about white? I don't think you have ever seen snow blanketed as far as the eye can see, blinding in its brilliance. Sometimes, dark bruising sh
Worn Empathyyou and I have a bit of a problem.Worn Empathy in Free Verse More Like This
I think you might be in the dark about a few things
why don't I shed a little light.
you crave my kindness, my clever words, you ask for more
and yet you return them with a sardonic slap
why? (rhetorical question here, please don't bother answering.)
are you so skeptical of a kindness that you request
that you give in to your fear and strike to hurt?
let me tell you a tiny trifling little secret you can't hurt me.
(I said that very slowly and with a modest amount of sneering venom.)
because guess what, little one?
I have looked evil in the eye, I have had its stinking form cover me
once upon a time I tasted betrayal drenched in words of love
and even worse, I lost blood of my blood before she ever felt my kiss.
there are scars upon this self, this soul, that will never make it to paper
and yet still-
I can reach inside and hovering close to the surface of my being
is a deep well of compassion and love that never see
unwellthe freckled skin across my high cheekbones feels stretched thin,unwell in Free Verse More Like This
the heat pouring from the smooth folds of my eyelids is almost
a pink flush stains my face. i am
sick. fever sick.
and my medicated, but always misbehaving, heart fights her unseen war.
exhausting me, mentally and physically.
my mouth is dry, the rosy pink lips feel
my heated eyelids are heavy and close of their own
the breaths i take in and release are slow and deep, like i am already
and so, i close them, knowing i will be fine. i will be fine
i'll be fine and you will be fine, with or
you'll have to be.
you are magnificent, you know that right?
This Tree Is LonelyThis paper's so far goneThis Tree Is Lonely in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That I can't read its words
And this tree is not enough
For the nesting birds.
'Cause it doesn't meet the expectations
And it can't afford to take any vacations
All it does is s t a n d and w a t c h you walk
Its reaching branches unable to talk.
But if I read its words
I'd bet it'd say-
Did you forget me again today?
And all I want to say
Maybe I'm only part of the forest fray
But I am d i f f e r e n t
'Cause I'm the only one praying on my knees
What did you do to me?
You see, this tree
You don't know what it means to me
And neither does he
This sylvan place makes it so hard to see
But, glancing through the green,
I can see what this tree means
And, like this tree,
I felt lonely
The Word WhyEver found yourself wondering why?The Word Why in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why to everything, everyone
Why even question it?
Why aren't we done yet
And why are we here?
Why to be happy
And why to have fear.
Guess that's the one thing
To stop me from leaving here
But why go
If there aren't any tears?
And, looking up to the sky
I wonder why I'm not a cloud
Or blue ink spilled very high
That never really came
And maybe nothing is real
But the one word plaguing my mind
From my head to my hands to my heels
There's only one word to find.
Why look, why run
Why open up your eyes
When there's no sun
When someday you're gonna die?
Why live if everyone already knows
Are only growing up to die?
No Words Are Capable Of DreamingSeriouslyNo Words Are Capable Of Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
I look in the mirrorlmirror
The dates on this screen
And I can't see how
I ever got this far.
Have I existed before?
'Cause I can't feel anything but a soul
Is any of this
Any of this
It doesn't feel like it is.
Does anybody else feel this way?
Is anyobdy here in this place?
Don't recognize this date
This year, when did I begin?
How did all this happen?
Ever pinch yourself
But still not feel assured
That this wasn't a dream?
If what seems right
Is what we can barely see?
All these memories
Sucumb to me, they say
And it's easier to
Believe what everyone says.
But what about my soul?
Not my gut
Or my brain
Or even my whacked-up heart
What We BecomeYesterdayWhat We Become in Free Verse More Like This
I could feel the music
Under my feet
In the air
Between my fingers.
I could reach out
And notes would flutter out from my body
Made of everything but colors.
My wings were green
And they were feathered as a pillow-bird
They launched me
Into the sky.
I couldn't see
But I could feel it
Under my feet
In the air
Between my fingers
Dusting my eyelids
In every word
Is not what matters anymore
It's all about:
Never mind that yesterday's tomorrow was:
Because today is already:
My wings have flown away
Left me behind
And all I have is their frame
Dark to the touch
Drop to TomorrowThis week is a SPIRALDrop to Tomorrow in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I'm falling
This place is on FIRE
STOP, and CONSIDER
DROP to your feet
Nobody'S with her
Won't stop me
Everyone'S a kidder
Don't say what they mean
ROLL into bed finally
'Cause I'm almost there.
Dreams come from MERCURY
Or some other place
No need to hurry
'Cause time has its pace
Can't wait to wake up
The ABSENCE of SMOKE
Mirrors will BREAK up
And the bruised, GRAY cloak
Between me and them
Will sieze to matter
Everything will SHATTER
INFERNOS are gone
And the RAIN
This place is on FIRE
I can't breathe
Guess I'll make like a tree
Then I'll LEAVE
STOP, and consider
DROP to your feet
Wish today waS tomorrow
And SIGH in your seat.
Playing On and OnGuess no one here can hear youPlaying On and On in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Over their own voices
NO ONE left to fear you
Strangers in a CROWD
Once those we all knew
Don't like this place, too loud
But no one LISTENS to you.
Still, KEEP PLAYING
Though most only clap
In hopes that this is your LAST
Even though the music's fading
And, pretty SOON
It's just gone
PLAY ON, play on.
There's still a small group
Of us, who CHEER
Maybe even proud of you
And I can see
That traveled 'cross a mile
All to get here.
Ignore the JEERS
Don't let them stick for long
Don't HEAR the WORDS
As they cover up YOUR SONG
PLAY ON, play on
Because the music
Is NEVER really gone
GlasSYou see this girl?GlasS in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's a blurry mirror
That no one can read
No one to hear her
No one to help her
To find out what she needs.
Everyone that speaks
Is another no one
Ignoring what has happened to her face
All her life
She's been waiting for a someone
And now she doesn't have that many days.
By whispering shadows
So close to falling down that flight of stairs
Everything she ever wanted most
Out of reach
Or even ten thousand prayers.
This teenage boy
Is a stained glass window
Standing out, still destined to fade
Glance at the clock
It's a hundred past
The time he was supposed to reach his gate.
Another kid, you or me
Is a glass pebble
In someone else's hand
Getting ready to be thrown out to sea
As someone decided
It didn't need any more land.
I am the mirror
And now I only see their stuck fast feet
Someone hear them
Someone launch them
And teach their weak butterfly wings to beat.
Panes of glass
And a pile of pebbles
All caught up in a fire's silver vapo
DriftingI have a feeling that the world's beginning nowDrifting in Free Verse More Like This
This place is stirring, I can feel it
'Cause I'm looking down
I'm not afraid to see what I know is there
But I can't bring my head up without a prayer.
These leaves are drifting along the ground
From place to place, just like me
Only I don't find myself making a sound
Just being swept forward through an endless sea.
My soul is heavy with all that I bear
It's hard to move while in the underwater deep
But I've got you
So I can make it there
Even with the sorrows that I keep.
no man's landYou've got a blanket bunched around youno man's land in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But you can't hide for long
The world has got it out for you
'Cause everything you do is wrong
At least, that's what they say.
Then all a sudden I can see your eyes
Always wondered, but I never thought
That I would ever get to see you fly
Now I know you'll never be caught
Your wings are stronger than theirs.
Wanted to ask you, could I tag along?
Maybe I'm the harmony to your solo song.
I know it's not about me
But I think I need advice
As more days pass, I comes to see
I've fooled myself more than twice
Don't let them shoot you down
But, if you think you can
Turn around a minute
Try and take my hand
I'm in no man's land.
The hair that covered your face has been pushed back
And everything is different now
'Cause now nobody wonders how
Or why you had jumped off the track.
Now that you're back and ready to take up the fight
I look at my own hands and know that I'll never reach flight
But you're the sole survivor
That I'm cheering on to race
False HeroismMaybe I was never meant to beFalse Heroism in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing that I could ever see
I only ever looked in front of me
And now I don't know
Who I'm supposed to be.
I'll never really be a true hero
'Cause I've never overcome my fears
And I'll never move from here
And I'm not saying that I know why.
Maybe it's my god who's lost me
From sun to sky to frosty floor
And everything it ever cost me
To live, is back, and wanting more
And wanting me to fall.
It's not that there's nowhere left to go
And I'm okay with not knowing how to know
But this is how the wind has blown
And who am I to halt the breeze
That's only ever done me good?
I wouldn't run back, if I could
I don't see how I ever would
Since everything's so different now
And their influence rings too loud
So why not listen in?
And maybe I'm just falling now
Though I could never guess
As to how I got here
But it's a rather inescapable place,
Repeating words to ease my heart
And I won't let her speak when it gets hard
I can't touch these scars f
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outstretched in the dirt, a smear
of red on your breast
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why it isn't
does a tree
ever feel like
its roots are
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lost at sea, those white winged souls
floating in the blue
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the body in
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over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
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cord wrapped tight
around my neck; it
would seem fitting to
die the same way
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that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
The Sea of DeathThe Sea of Death:The Sea of Death in Free Verse More Like This
We weathered the dreaded maelstrom,
As the sea displayed her rage.
She danced like a fevered puppet,
Upon her deadly stage...
Within her swirling currents,
My men were cast aside.
Drawn into her hungry maw,
It was then and there they died.
Never had I seen such a thing,
It spoke of darkness before my eyes,
A serpent rose from the watery depths,
As lightning boiled from the skies.
It's screaming call was as a banshee's wail,
It stole the life from our shrieking lips,
Like the chilling touch of death itself,
We fell like slaves before the whips...
Darkness came and darkness went,
My eyes opened to the morning light.
I found myself on a lonely island,
Without a single man in sight...
"I think the worse part be that the rum was gone..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd January 2012
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.Living With A Lie in Free Verse More Like This
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?Real in Free Verse More Like This
When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant fear
Yet we have found a special way, to protect the lives that we hold dear
My friends I must now present to you the warriors of the Chosen Eight
A group of our honoured champions, who will slay the beasts we hate!
Now they ride for the Volcanic Wastes where the Dragon call has sounded!
Before the beast can stand its ground they will have it fully surrou
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:They Watch You Sleep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
It is said that their eyes are like obsidian doorways;
Which hold the key to the depths of the mind.
But none have the courage to look within them;
Afraid of what they'll find...
So my only advice to the weary traveller
Is to believe in the safety of the tavern
Do not look toward the darkest of corners
or you might just stir their cavern...
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...
I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death
His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face
But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow
Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...
But to me this is beaut
Struggling at LifeStruggling at Life:Struggling at Life in Free Verse More Like This
We're reaching out for stars
In the depths of the night.
We're struggling at bars
Shut away from the light!
I've seen the way we act
When we are fighting for our lives.
But we're killing all our brothers
On the point of our knives.
I've seen the violence
Spewing from the poorest of peaks.
We are the rats, caged up
In the darkness we seek-
A little path, a little home;
Just a place to call our own.
Everything we ever tried
Try to win before I die.
Hopeless, lost; shot from the skies
I am the martyr, burned for the sin of their lies.
I am the people, screaming for the justice be served
I am the sound that you hear; cause I give you the nerve!
You gotta rise up, stride up, ready to go,
And I will tell you how to do this from your head to your toe.
Don't let anybody tell you that you ain't what you're worth,
Every child born, we are the soul of the earth.
Now look upon the world and see the morning sun rise,
You stare into the light, there's the heat in your eyes
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
Kissing in CarsMy head on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around me in the backseat of my car. An All Time Low song playing softly from the radio. My feet curled up on the seat next to us. Your head resting on mine. I could hear your heartbeat. I slowly looked up at you and you looked down. Your black, blonde, and brown hair hanging slightly in your eyes. Your left cheek was now pressed against my forehead, tilting my glasses a little, but I didn't mind. The streetlights made the shadows dance across your face. I could feel you breathing and I closed my eyes, never wanting to forget this moment. Your head inched just a bit closer and I moved my head up a little. Slowly, but surely, our faces started to meet. Soon, the top of my forehead was resting just above your left eye. The tip of my nose squashed against your cheek. I could feel your breath on my cheek and your heartbeat had picked up a bit than it had been less than a minute ago. My eyes were now open and I bit my lip, one of my habits whenKissing in Cars in Emotional More Like This
.no one sees you like I do.I miss you. I miss your lost glasses. I miss your two-toned hair. I miss your chronic insomnia. I miss your crooked teeth. I miss your plethora of bracelets. I miss your black clothing. I miss your rough hands. I miss your smell of Axe. I miss your broken collarbone. I miss your Sharpie and scar covered arms. I miss your ripped up jeans. I miss your sarcastic comments. I miss your gauged ear. I miss your goofy laugh. I miss your poems. I miss your funny remarks. I miss your creative outlook on life. I miss your knowledge of things that are only useful to you. I miss your cigarette addiction. I miss your long, lanky arms. I miss your stubborn attitude. I miss your depressing drawings. I miss your incomplete novel. I miss your changing voice. I miss your smartass opinions. I miss your favorite hat. I miss your Destructo board. I miss your music obsession. I miss your ability to eat anything and everything. I miss your broken heart. And, most of all, I miss your love..no one sees you like I do. in Emotional More Like This
And, if you add all
Where No One Knows My Name.Sometimes I forgetWhere No One Knows My Name. in Free Verse More Like This
what it's like to be happy.
Everything just seems to pass by.
Like photos on a slideshow.
I'm sick of people telling me that
they know what I'm going through.
They don't know what it's like to
never see your dad.
They don't know what it's like to
have one of your best friends date the guy you like.
They don't know what it's like to
be left home alone for the whole day.
I wake up alone. I get dressed alone. I eat breakfast alone.
I come home to an empty house. I heat up dinner alone.
I wish people would stop acting
like they know me.
When they don't even
care about me.
I can't wait to leave.
A new place.
Where no one knows my name.
8/3/12Michael,8/3/12 in Emotional More Like This
One time, at an ungodly hour of the night, I asked you if you thought things happened for a reason. I didn't. But now I know that they do.
"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you."
I don't know who the hell is up there. Be it god, satan, or some other form we're not even aware of, but I have a feeling they've been planning this out from the very beginning. If we hadn't met, there would be two fewer souls on this earth.
I can honestly say that I can see us in ten to twenty years, still best friends. Who knows where we'll be by then. Maybe you and Amiyra will have a baby, maybe I'll be a musician. You never know.
I can see us in fifty years, in a nursing home, telling our kids/grandchildren how stupid we were as
It's Amazing...It's amazing...how much can change in a year.It's Amazing... in Free Verse More Like This
August 20, 2010 - The worst day of my life.
Riley's mom came downstairs with the phone in her hand. She covered the receiver and said, "It's your mom." I took the phone from her. When I heard the news, I started sobbing. Riley handed me a box of tissues. I slowly started ripping them to shreds. It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve this. He was a successful historian. A loving husband of almost 50 years. A great dad. And an amazing grandpa.
That was the day I lost my granddad to multiple myeloma.
August 20, 2011 - One of the best days of my life.
We made our way through all the record shelves and to the signing table. I placed my guitar on the counter for it to be signed.
That was the day I got to meet my idols.
I still don't know if I believe in God. I do think there are beings up there looking over us. Sometimes I like to think that my granddad set that up. As a reminder that I don't have to be depressed on that day. I think he gave me someth
My love for you was bulletproof,but you're the one who shot me.My love for you was bulletproof, in Free Verse More Like This
You look into my eyes.
You gaze at my lips.
You run your fingers through my hair.
Your hands linger when we hug.
You wrap your arms around my waist...
and then you go and kiss my best friend.
Yet, somehow, I still love you. And I'll never know if you love me back. We only have eight days left together. I need to know.
Forgotten Fire - PrologueForgotten Fire - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fold." I said as I put my cards face down in front of me.
"You going easy on us today, Autumn?" Brandon said with a smirk on his face.
"I'm just distracted I guess." I responded, pushing my naturally auburn hair out of my face. I pulled out my wallet and was stared down by the photo of me and my little sister when we were younger. I sighed and stood up, putting my wallet back into my purse.
"Where are you going?" Trey asked as I started walking away.
"I'm going to find my sister." I said with no inflection in my voice. I heard their murmurs as I grabbed my coat and walked out into the rain.
Forgotten Fire - Chapter 1Forgotten Fire - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked down at my orange juvie jumpsuit and bare feet while sitting on the edge of my bed. I heard someone enter the room.
"Hey, pyro, someone's here to see ya." My hateful cellmate, Skyler said. I just sat there and let my dyed, fire truck red hair fall in my face. The red hair didn't help my nickname, Pyro. Or the fact that I burnt down my foster family's home, where I was placed after my older sister mysteriously disappeared and my dad was placed in federal prison for killing fifteen people. But I knew that he was framed. He wouldn't hurt a fly. But then I got word that he rotted to death in prison.
"Did you hear me?" I felt Skyler's small but strong hand on my back.
"I heard you fine." I said standing up quick enough to make her lose her balance. She regained stability and stared me down. I jerked my body to get her hand off my back. I stomped out of the room and into the hallway. The warden was there waiting for me. I kept walking as she followed behind me.
Forgotten Fire - Chapter 2Forgotten Fire - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When they finally dragged Phoenix back into the room, I tried to explain everything to her.
"I was depressed, so I ran away. I felt like I couldn't live anymore. You didn't want to see me like that did you?" I tried to explain.
"That's better than not seeing you at all." She snapped back with hate in her eyes.
"I brought you a change of clothes." I told her and held out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and converse.
"Maybe I wanna stay in my juvie suit." She back sassed, glaring me down.
"Phoenix!" I yelled, losing my temper, "I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you, but I am now! Please forgive me!" I begged.
"Fine." She said after a long pause, "I have to pack up my stuff, but I can't really do that with handcuffs on." The warden took out a key and unlocked her handcuffs. Phoenix took the clothes and went back to her room to pack.
After fifteen minutes, Phoenix came back down the hallway, clean and holding a duffel bag. I signed her out and we steppe
Forgotten Fire Character ChartForgotten Fire Character Chart in Profiles More Like This
Birthplace: New York City
Hair: Long, curly and auburn.
Likes: Playing cards, fashion, family, problems that need solving.
Dislikes: Cheaters, the government, posers, people who question her.
Abilities: She has the brain of a private investigator, plus, she plays a mean game of poker.
Parents: Andrew Hughes
Siblings: Phoenix Hughes
Other Relations: Brandon, Trey
Love Interest: None.
Personality: She is very gutsy, even though she has a great brain; she mainly uses her gut instincts, not logic. She is like a mother, she's very nurturing and caring but she has a bit of a temper if you push her buttons the right way.
Birthplace: New York City
Hair: Choppy, bright, fire truck red.
Likes: Freedom, taking risks, music, dark things, fire.
Dislikes: Rules, the government, adults, authority figures.
Abilities: She can set fire to almost anything.
Parents: Andrew Hughes
Siblings: Autumn Hughes
Other Relations: N/A
Love Interest: None.
Midnight LoversIt's as if the world around them has frozen, this single moment that they're sharing, having stopped time. The moonlight, floating in through the balcony doors, has bleached the room, painting it in shades of monochrome blacks and whites. The hesitant breeze, strokes the curtain, thrown back from the open doors, the way the back of his hand is trailing her cheek.Midnight Lovers in Short Stories More Like This
Her wide eyes, like a fawn's, are staring up at him, completely vulnerable, but telling him she's giving herself to him, all in one glance. Another whispered kiss is transferred from his lips to her jaw line, as his hands trail down her body, fluid curves bared only for him.
His arm wraps its way around her waist, like the wind curling loving fingers around their nude bodies, and he lowers her to the bed. Kisses settle along her neck, as if they belong on the planes of her satin skin, and in the hollows of her collarbone. Her sweeping, dark hair, painted charcoal by the night, is fanned out beneath her head, as her cheeks blus
I Exhale SunlightIt's dawn,I Exhale Sunlight in Free Verse More Like This
the moon and the sun passively share the same sky,
a calm spread between them, after their fight for centre stage.
Fog licks at my cheekbones,
searching for perfection beneath my flawed skin,
and hidden birds call to the indifferent stars, as they sink into the pool of early light.
and concrete coated in dew by condenstion's tongue.
like cloud kin pinned to flowers, to be spread across the Earth,
are being scattered on moth's whispering wings.
Streetlamps flicker their goodbyes,
humanity's last secrets hissed to one and other, before their flames are blown out.
Jetstreams drag sleepy fingers across the sky,
gentle wrist bones and graceful knuckles painting a vivid salmon across mauve.
A puff of white fur pounces on my shoelaces,
that weave and dance with every step.
She seems to be painted with the same shades of the thumbnail moon above our heads.
we're the same.
And I gather her into my arms.
Serenity flows between my bones, and ti
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
A Promise Wrapped In ThornsYou told me you'd bring me a rose on every one of our dates.A Promise Wrapped In Thorns in Short Stories More Like This
I remember you vowing that, as you stood on my porch, in your rented tuxedo, and handed me my very first one. Just a simple red rose, but it was the most beautiful sight, held in your shaking hand. I remember smiling at you, a smile that must have lit up the night, because I had never felt more loved in my life. I set the rose in a vase, and took your hand in mine. Your hands were sweating, and I knew you were afraid, but I never wanted to let go. "What are you scared of?" I had asked, as you held the door of your car open for me, eyes wide in an intoxicating mix of eagerness, and fright. "Only of losing you." The words were shaky as they escaped your lips, nothing out of a romance novel, but they warmed my heart nonetheless. And as I stood on my tiptoes, that night, as you wished me a goodnight, and I let my lips whisper across yours, I knew you'd keep your promise. I set the rose on the windowsill by my bed, a
4 out of 30 LoverDear Alex,4 out of 30 Lover in Letters More Like This
I don't know if this will even reach you, but I guess if you're reading it, it has. I just finished watching "Dear John". I told myself that if I chose a sad movie to watch, I'd have an excuse as to why I was crying. If mom asked, or something. I wanted to cry, not soak my face, chest, hair and pillow in tears, and choke on unstoppable sobs. That was the saddest movie I've ever seen. Perhaps I should have read the synopsis before renting it: "While John is on leave in his hometown, he finds Savannah, a college student visiting the town. Although love was unexpected, it doesn't mean they didn't find it. With the knowledge of John having to leave for the army, their love still lives....Troubles invade and their love put on hold. One cannot bear it anymore; can the other?" Needless to say, it hit a little too close to home. The end is what got me, though. I don't want to give too much away, so I'll only say that I'd never be that kind of girl. It only reinforces my decision tha
Innocence DreamsSkyscrapers paint the sky in flames of a receding sun.Innocence Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Embers to ashes, as the phoenix rises and falls.
Stars blossom from the cinders,
reflections of the city lights,
a city that seems to never wake from their cold slumber.
Young lovers, big dreamers,
with backs to the Earth,
and kisses whispered to fireflies.
Dreams of the ocean,
a house that overlooks it all.
Morning love on the beach,
and bonfires under the setting moon.
Dreams of flying, dreams of horseback,
dreams of playful ghosts and baby boys.
Dreams of living,
where inspiration isn't crushed,
by the rubble of a crumbling town.
Imagination without restriction or the drone of logic.
They're both lost in a blinded crowd,
with angel wings that no one sees.
They've both got hearts that speak words capable of swaying the world.
The ones on the hill,
where nothing matters but each other,
and the murmur of the wind between the grass.
No one sees, no one hears,
as they get lost in their search for a better place.
A place where their w
A Day WithoutThe sunA Day Without in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped teasing fingers around my body
and shook me awake this morning.
Though I usually sleep in,
early morning is my favorite time of day.
When the sun is just peeking its timid head above the horizon,
eyes playing peek-a-boo with the edge of the Earth,
and its rays tickling the edges of dew drops.
It gives the whole world a soft glow,
that seems to warm your heart,
as much as the damp grass.
Trying to get out of bed quietly,
I let my bare feet hit the cool hardwood,
smooth beneath my feet,
as if welcoming me, and pulling me into the day.
An odd feeling is growing in my stomach,
and I rustle the bed a little too much.
You awake with me, now
and your smile,
nearly as dazzling as the rising sun,
lights up the room.
"Whatcha doing, my love?"
Your hair is tousled by sleep's playful hands,
and voice trying to stay as quiet as the early morning air.
My eyebrows furrow,
You prop yourself up on your elbows,
lips brushing my shoulder lov
Morning Coffee"Morning, my love." My voice is lilting, and floats on the spring-scented breeze, as I bustle around the kitchen, not bothering to turn, as you take your place at the table.Morning Coffee in Short Stories More Like This
The curtains, thrown wide to welcome the rising sun, are quivering in the gentle wind, and I glance outside, "It's warming up already, this afternoon's sure to be beautiful. Do you think we could go out and start the garden, later? It's a little early in the season, but it's bound to be a lovely day." I ask you, eyes smiling as I take in the dew-speckled grass, glittering in the early sun just beyond the window pane.
I nod to myself, "Yes, yes. I bought the seeds a week or so, ago. Evie had a sale on at her shop, you know. I got all your favorites, dear. Snapdragons, Sweet Peas, Impatiens and Schizanthus. It'll be just beautiful."
I pull my gaze from the window, and saunter over to the coffeemaker, mood lifted by the weather, and prospect of spending the day outdoors, enjoying it. As the coffee
Pricetag On LifeWeather-worn face,Pricetag On Life in Free Verse More Like This
and wrinkles carved by the hands of the clock.
Eye riddled with the knowledge that this world is one of pain.
A toothless smile, with nothing left to grin about.
His hands, clasped under his chin,
have carried many a burden,
and hunched back known too many harsh words.
It's not begging,
when he's too ashamed to meet your belittling gaze.
It's nothing but the necessity to live.
Several coins in shaky, calloused hands.
Is this any hardship for you?
It's only saving another worthy life.
But just walk by,
hold your head high.
Pretend not to see the pain in his eyes.
He stands to walk away,
and hope dragging like his feet.
Shoulders bowed against the tormenting wind,
eyes on the ground.
How dare you‽
Do you know where he'll sleep tonight, if at all?
On a park bench, cold metal digging into his spine?
Under an overpass, thundering cars rocking him to sleep, with squealing tires as his lullabies?
Or if he'll eat today,
tomorrow, or the next?
Let him slo
Beautiful MessThere's a genius, who lives next door to me.Beautiful Mess in Free Verse More Like This
They told me stay away.
That his mind was as mad as any mental patient,
yet free he roamed, because of his social significance.
"Social?" Someone scoffed, "He could never earn a friend."
"Significance?" Another rolled his eyes, "What good does insanity bring to our world?"
Have you ever felt the tug that comes from something you're not supposed to touch?
As if not being able to have it, only makes you want it more.
I visited him that night.
Mathematical formulas lined his walls in permanent marker,
as liberally as dishes lined his counters.
I wondered if his mind was as messy as the world he'd created around him.
He let me in,
and I told him I had moved in next door.
He told me, in turn, of the man who had lived there before me.
He told me that he hadn't died of old age, like everyone had agreed.
He told me that he was murdered.
but given pills, so he would quietly go to sleep.
A sleep that e