The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was in Free Verse More Like This
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Because wakefulness seems a misuse of time
Of precious dreaming
My darling boy,
Do you not know?
You are a dream
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful word I know
Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future?
Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding outdiscovering
Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort
Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance?
Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other?
Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path?
Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to meet?
What if I choose the wrong way?
Will I spend the rest of my days wondering and imagining what my life would have been?
Or will I move on, as if nothing ever slowed me down in the first place?
Too many questions, not enough answers
I believe there are things that can never be explained
Fate is a mysterious, frightening, yet exciting concept
We all desi
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
A Picture of Myself:I'm not so beautifulA Picture of Myself: in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wear designer clothes, or keep up with the latest fashions
I put on what suits me, what is comfortable and modest
I'm not tall
Not rail thin
I'm very short
And snowy white
I don't have bright blue or seductive brown irises
My eyes are a deep green
My hair is not blond, brown, or black
Neither is it a dyed variation of those colors
It's still my natural auburn red
Not straight or curly, but wavy
I don't have long beautiful nails, when I'm nervous I bite them down shorter and shorter
I don't have luscious kissable lips; in fact, I've never had a real first kiss
Instead of clear lovely skin
I have numerous blemishes to mar my face
I'm not popular
I'm a pessimist
I think I'm indecisive
I have low self-esteem
I'm a loner
I'm not sad or happy, I guess I'm somewhere in between
I know what I want to do in life
But I'm unsure of how to get there
I'm ultimately scared of change
But I'm not so ugly
Sometimes my eyes almost appear beautiful, in a
PediophobiaImagine a road, a long, narrow road.Pediophobia in Short Stories More Like This
Gnarly broken branches line the way, but there are no trees.
[Have you formed a picture in your mind?]
Now extinguish the sun, and illuminate your path with a car's headlights.
You are driving the car down this deserted road in the dark.
[Zoom out for a moment to see the bigger picture.]
Your car, on a narrow road, with the edges of a cliff on either side, no railings, no bars.
[Is an uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach?]
You keep driving, slowly, carefully--one false move could send you falling,
Falling into the black.
[Better not close your eyes]
Up ahead you see a great pile of wood directly strewn out across your constricted path.
You slow to a complete stop several feet away.
Hesitantly, you step out of the car and begin walking towards it.
Your shadow stretches in front of you. There is no sound, just the rapid beating of your heart in your chest.
As you near the mass, you make out shapes of detached arms, legs, heads, and torsos, b