Falling. Alone?When will the rain stop falling?
When will the reaper stop calling?
Did I do something wrong?
I must have
To suffer for this long.
It's not like I didn't try,
And it's not like you did
But I never got to ask why
I just ran and hid.
'Honesty is the best policy'
That's what they say
But I doubt they know truth at all,
Being who they are today.
If I could, I'd wish it away
But I can't
So I'm alone today;
Meant to die here this way.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethRed Screams in Free Verse More Like This
Begging my wrist
For one chaste
Grinning at me, that evil smirk
Making my heart pound
So sharp so
I know I
And really I
Arm’s too full of blood
From attempts to
Join the stars.
Photo album of
My diary of my
I am still
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
This is Me, BeggingIf I could play guitarThis is Me, Begging in Free Verse More Like This
I’d write you a song.
If I could run that far
Then I’d run all night long.
But I’m no good at that
So you’ll have to settle for this.
What is this?
It's a plea
Please come home
I'm all alone
And nobody understands.
I don't want you to R.I.P.
I want you here with me
But I'm not God
And He hates me
So, for now,
I guess it's R.I.P.
Carry OnI like sharp things;Carry On in Free Verse More Like This
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.
I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.
I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
The Room Across the HallwayIt’s just the room across the hallway,The Room Across the Hallway in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piled high with junk
And faraway thoughts,
And forgotten retorts.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
It used to be hers
But then she went away,
No matter how hard
I’d beg and pray.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
I refuse to go in
Because ghosts of the past
Remind me of how life
Can never last.
It’s just the room across the hallway,
Damp up the walls,
We don’t talk about her,
Because it hurts more
I’d rather just forget
And lose all the happy thoughts,
As well as all the regret
Of that room across the hallway.
Chained and ShamedNobody gets it.Chained and Shamed in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Until there’s nothing left to save.
I don’t fear death
Half as much as I do breath.
Because I’d be lying
If I said dying
Wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
Do As I Say, Not As I DoDo as I say,Do As I Say, Not As I Do in Free Verse More Like This
Not as I do
'Cause I'd hate to see cuts
All over you.
They check my wrists
And think that I'm fine.
If they checked my hips,
They'd see many a line.
It's my hobby,
That thing that I do
No matter what though,
I pray you never do.
Venting in RedNow that I have the meansVenting in Red in Free Verse More Like This
I know I could do it.
Because right now
I don't want to pull through it.
I don't have many friends,
And all things have ends.
A bloody blade will be mine,
Slicing me open one final time.
I only ever take,
I'll take my life
For everyone's sake;
My one selfless act.
I want to see silver,
Splattered with red.
I want to cease breathing;
I just want to be dead.
MessEverywhere I goMess in Free Verse More Like This
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY in Free Verse More Like This
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the starry sky upon its blue wings
She felt the cool spring breeze and gazed
At the quickly fading sunset
That sprouted colors you could never captured
Even she, herself knew that she was crazy
But she no longer cared
She no longer wished to try and grasp
The flimsy string that connected people to reality
And all that came with it
Despite that she was crazy
And no one wo
ListenCan you hear meListen in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
See your neglect
Understand what you've put me through
Hear me roar
My anger bouncing off the wall
My sadness ringing in
Your deaf ears
Can't you hear me
Do you just not care
Listen to me
Don't walk away
I'm not finished
If only you'd hear me
If only I could make you see
Why won't you listen
Why don't you care
Do you not see the tears
You're the one that's made to care
It's your job
Why can't you just listen
Maybe you can't hear me
I'm just not loud enough
OC Meme1. Pick one of your OCs.OC Meme in Personal More Like This
Eric I choose you! :iconpokemonplz:
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag five people to do this meme! (Which I am too lazy to do :iconmingplz
4. Tell people that they've been tagged with a link from your journal.
1. What is your name?
Eric, what's it to ya?
2. Do you know why you were named that?
No damn clue
3. Are you single or taken?
I'm taken, shame ain't it?
4. Have any abilities or powers?
Unless emotional crap counts no
5. Stop being a Mary-sue!
Okay I'm not perfect and I'm not female.
6. What's your eye color?
7. How about hair color?
Some weird mutation of red, maroon I think.
8. Have you any family-members?
Toby and Rain are my family. Happy one at that.
9. Oh? How about pets?
Rain, she's such a sassy kitten.
10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
People, other than Toby of course, and Cynthia.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
I paint, I play piano when no
Different For a ReasonEver since I was young,Different For a Reason in Free Verse More Like This
I was the one,
At the back of the class
Different from the general mass
When I was bashed beyond repair
I never gave into despair
I told myself it'd be just fine
That I was special, not like those awful swine
I told myself I didn't care
What they said about me, but it wasn't fair
When their words still cut through me
Using my fists didn't help really
Little did I know
The people who ruined my childhood
Didn't have a decent future
Though now times still get rough
I am tough
Enough to survive
Not like the others who lived on other's pain
The thing that is insane
There are people who'll still break you down
But it'll be ok as long as you've found
Who you are
The Other Side of the GlassOn the other side I can see,The Other Side of the Glass in Free Verse More Like This
Happiness is waiting for me
I want it desperately
But everything has a fee
I knock on the glass that separates me
From the joy that I seek
Thinking someone would let me out
But as I continue to knock I begin to doubt
That they'll open the door
But that just makes me want the happiness more
And I bang on the glass till my hands are sore
I now am not miserable or
Happy, I'm lost but I have hope
You would think I'd give in to the darkness
But seeing the happiness
Brings light into the other side of the glass
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
Dreaming Of TearsDreaming Of Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
A World Of GrayA World Of Gray in Free Verse More Like This
A World Of Gray
The dull sun glares upon our society
On this meaningless morning of today
Reflecting each others hypocrisy
Transfixed on each others gaze
Think-headed and relaxed
Nonchalant and vexed
Practicing the art of being ungrateful
Portraying the act of an imbecile
Some say that it's just life's cycle
As they lie through convincing smiles
Feeding false information
Teaching faults from past generations
There's all different kinds of people
Who carry around different kinds of evil
My skin turns to stone! / My blood turns to ash!
My heart I disowned! / My sins drown in a mass!
My organs turn to dust! / My sight becomes colorless!
My thoughts start to rust! / My cruelty becomes careless!
I don't know where we went wrong
The future's history can't be undone
Though it can be prevented
Spare the guilt of countless resentments
We have to decide on the decent choice
And watch the noise that comes form our voice
The dim moon smiles upon our possibilities
On this poten
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings. in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
dust.I'm chokingdust. in Free Verse More Like This
on the ink-dipped fingers
of verbs & metaphors
still lodged in this bruised,
paper crane throat;
of your words,
still kissing my ribs.
How can you judge me-
when you don't bother
to read the naked poetry
beneath the temple of my flesh?
How long can butterfly
ankles hold up a
Don't bother whispering
your secrets to nebulae,
not even the dust in my veins
will listen anymore.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
l their voices
When I woke up [UPDATED]i woke up curled up on my front porch at 2 a.m.When I woke up [UPDATED] in Personal More Like This
tried the front door, unlocked, crawled into bed
wondered this morning if it was all a dream
but there were still footprints from the snowmelt on my carpet
and my leggings were soaked to the knee
and the snow had been disturbed out front.
i haven't the foggiest idea what happened.
EDIT 3 march 2013
slept over at k's house friday night
woke up the next morning in her bed two stories up
i don't even know
thoughts of thornsyou were sent to me--thoughts of thorns in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but as blessing, or lesson?
only time will tell.
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,Wake-up call in Free Verse More Like This
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
todaybailey says:today in Philosophical More Like This
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up without a cold sore.
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up and not had bedhead.
today could have gone so much better
if i had woken up when my alarm went off.
today could have gone so much better
if i hadn't woken up
I am [not]No one, nowhere, no-when: finally, peace.I am [not] in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Colour BanditColour Bandit in Free Verse More Like This
look at the grey shell before you.
empty, motionless, dead.
from within, colour.
the colour is exploding and battering itself againsed the cage its constricted in.
the yellow claws helplessly.
the green paints the sides with its blood.
decades of frenzied explosions.
finally the opague shell caves in.
its wonderful! the colours explode in all directions.
the skies are filled with blues and reds!
the ground that was once white and boring now a mirage of every colour imaginable!
but see the colour deosnt last.
its slowly fading and receding.
until once again it will be in a grey shell.
the cracks are showing.
AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire Dan followed me through the door and waved at the camera merrily despite his foul mood.AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"so guys me and Phil have something to tell you guys" Dan tells the camera.
"were moving to London!" I say singsongy.
We sit across from each other in silence.
"look Dan I'm sorry-" Dan cuts me off
"what for Phil?! Maybe the fact you humiliated me in front of my parents by telling them that we where a couple!!" he shouts at me, all the hurt hurts again.
"well sorry if you where sending me the wrong signals, touchy feely!" I shout back.
"I was drunk" Dan flails his arms around.
"no you had a martini then we came home!" I flail my arms too "you where on top of me telling me you loved me and always had" I spit at him.
"yeah well" he whispers and walks off.
I sniff and hug my knees to my chest. The truth was i loved him back.
I sit for hours thinking, just thinking. When I quit thinking it was dawn and Dan had reappeared in pjs and messy hair. He looks at me confused.
"did you sleep at all l
Danisnotonfire and amazingphil 4After a full night of me and Dan giggling together I sleep on the sofa for hours. I wake up but I don't open my eyes, Dans talking on the phone, I know it's wrong to eavesdrop but he sounds really tense.Danisnotonfire and amazingphil 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"so what if we're a couple dad?" Dan hisses.
"no dad I'm a grown man, you can't make me come home." he grumbles
"no... Your not coming to pick me up... I'm staying where I am"
"NO Dad!" he says slamming his phone down.
I open my eyes he's sitting across from me with his head in his hands.
"Dan?" I ask, he looks up pained.
"my parents are making me move out..." his voice breaks. I jump up and hug him, planting tiny kisses on his forehead, despite the tears trickling down my face.
"they also called your parents.." he said pulling back to look at me.
"what?" I ask wide eyed.
"I'm sorry it's my fault" I say nestling my face in a pillow.
"no its not... They knew you didn't mean it the first time around... It was my fault I told my brother and he told dad..." he explained.
"Dan I don't want
Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 9Dan logs off the pc and comes to sit next to me to play sonic.Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told them..." he says nuzzling my neck.
"any bad responses?" i ask.
"no, they all just wish me the best" he says leaning his head on my sholder.
I rest my head on his.
"well the councillor said you'll be ok in a few weeks from now, so long as you go to your appointments" I say enthasiseing my point by tickling his stomach. He giggles and hiccups with delight.
"I doo go to them!" he says attempting to escape me tickling him. He gives up and so do I. He's leaning into me on the sofa, blowing raspberries on my neck.
I kiss his forehead before handing him the remote.
"well I'm off to bed, it's getting late... I suggest you do the same dan" I say checking his pockets for razor blades, non, now all I have to do is search the bathroom and his room. Non.
I lay back on Dans bed, it's so comfortable, and smells of him.
I walk into my room, where I find phil asleep on my bed. I smile to myself, it's been a while since we s
Cut Cakes Not WristsI look up at the black skies as the heavens open.Cut Cakes Not Wrists in Short Stories More Like This
I sink down in the mud. Hedges, trees, river, road. Everything rushes up to me, I feel some warm tears trickling down my cheek. I tip my head forward so my fringe covers my face. The cold wet mud soaks through my jeans. The smell of distressed grass reaches my nostrils. All the rain slapping down on the cold mud made a really loud pitter patter that make me want to scream. I feel something tug on my long black hair. I look up, it's a tall blonde girl in a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans, the thing that catches my attention is her shocking blue eyes.
"what you doing?" she asks cheekily.
I just stare at he with my tear stained eyes.
"well come on, you can tell me, I'm not going to rip you're head off because your a boy" she says smiling merrily at me.
She offers me her hand, "I'm olivia" she says smiling again.
"j-jake" I mumble taking her hand.
"well jake let's get you to a bus stop" she says pulling me to my feet.
She holds my
Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 10After drinking several glasses of champagne, me and Dan sleep over for the night at crises. Charlie manages to come up to see Alex. We all sleep in different rooms.Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I look at dan as we're both getting undressed. He smiles at me as he pulls his jeans off.
He lies down on the bed almost naked. I laugh at him and join him in my boxer shorts too.
"Philip Lester I love you" he says combing his fingers through my hair.
"I love you too" I say leaning in and kissing dan.
He kisses me back gently, tenderly. He detaches his hand from my hair and pulls me into a strong embrace. I hug him around his neck.
Groaning slightly he pulls us into a sitting position so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
After of about an hour of me and Dan kissing I decided to go and get a glass of OJ for myself and Dan.
I wander past pj and chris' room, I hear a banging sound and steer well clear. Then past Charlie and alexes open door. I poke my head in. Alex is sleeping like a baby and Charlie is reading a book.
PHAN HelenaPHAN Helena in Short Stories More Like This
Phil drops to the floor. Why did I do it? Why did I shoot? I run over to him.
"Phil!" I scream hugging me close.
He smiles and touches my face.
"I love you Daniel Howell, don't ever forget that." he says.
"Phil! No! I'm sorry! Don't go! I love you!" I shout at him, but he's already gone. I sob into his bloody chest.
My phone buzzes.
"hello?" I sniff down the line
"where are you?" he asks
"at the brick works... PJ?" I ask.
"what?" he asks
"I killed him" I begin to sob again.
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you.
I go with pj willingly. I try to kill myself at his but pj finds me before I'm gone. I burn myself with phils zippo.
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take worst you take
from every heart you break heart you break
And like the blade you stain blade you stain
Well I've been holding on tonight
I wish he had held on. He could
Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 11Dan sits across from me our faces inches apart. I love him and he loves me.Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He leans in first. I hug him close and kiss him passionately, toungs and all. He moans and gropes my bum. I lean into hi, one hand in his hair and one snaking up his shirt. He giggles as I reach his chest, I trace little circles. He pulls me close and grinds our hips together. I moan loudly. My eyes fly open as dan unzips my jeans.
Me and Charlie sit curled and huddled up in the living room. I wonder if dan and Phil know how things the walls are? We can here every thing they are doing. Moaning, banging, shouting. I blush to think some one so innocent, like phil, are doing what their doing. I nuzzle Charlies neck, pj and chris are in the kitchen. He looks down and captured my lips with his own. His lips are sweet. I nibble his bottom lip, he giggles and does the same back. I hold his chin with my fingers, and he holds my head with his hands.
Me and phil lie on the bed breathing heavily. I loo
Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire 14DANS POVAmazingphil and Danisnotonfire 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lie around in bed all week, my phone is going crazy with all the tweets And texts im getting. I don't care anymore. I dont talk, eat, drink, move. My parents try to feed me. But they can't. I can't. My thoughts never stray far from phil. I don't care anymore.
My parents decide to leave me alone for a day so they can go to get some food. I get up when they leave I wonder around aimlessly for half an hour. Then I find the thing to do.
I pull some clothes on and put phils lion in my pocket. I find a sizeable knife and hide it down my shirt.
I run down the road to phils grave. I slump down onto it then begin to cry, properly since we got engaged.
"I'm sorry phil! I should of told you, I want you back" I sniff into my sleeve.
I run again.
I stop when I reach phils favorite beauty spot. Hampstead heath. Right beside an old birch. I smile as I remember us sneaking up here one night and spending the night.
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.Shards in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.
I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?
I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
Stronger She stared blankly down at the razor sharp knife in front of her, it was a throwing knife typically used for target practice, a nice one too.Stronger in Short Stories More Like This
"God dammit!" she whispered in a voice that threatened to give out. She couldn't blame her father for giving it to her, it's not like he knew. He didn't know anything.
"You're better than this " she tried to convince herself "you're stronger than it..."
And most of the time she was, but she had the scars to prove just how weak she could be as well.
After much thought, weighing the pros and cons, the cons almost always being that look on her friends faces if they happened to see her arms, her thighs, her hips.
The pros being that for that moment, as she watched her arms turn red, she felt in control. And most importantly she could feel.
Maybe the pain would be just enough to snap her back into reality. En
Our Dead-End RomanceIt wasn’t a romantic setting.Our Dead-End Romance in Free Verse More Like This
We were crouched together in the alleyway behind McGregor’s pub
where smells of substandard alcohol and cigarette smoke stained the air
and the muffled song of drunks could be heard from inside, seeming to leak through the walls.
Only, those weren't things I noticed that night.
Instead, I noticed the smell of his cologne,
a smell I recognised only from chilly days on the beach.
Like sea salt blown through cold wind,
and I noticed the sound of his steadfast breaths:
hot and sharp, but reliable; comforting.
As I buried myself in the radiating folds of his shirt
he whispered that I was his world
and so, one day, he would give me the whole world in return.
I just shook my head
because I didn't want it.
Just him, always him.
Previous SelvesI was the fairyPrevious Selves in Free Verse More Like This
with the twinkle in her toes.
She leaves twinkles of glitter
wherever she goes.
I was the ghost
with the gaunt little face,
She leaves blotches of blackness
all over the place.
I was the brownie
with the perfect intention,
She leaves parcels and presents
wherever you'd mention.
I was the imp
with the plans and the tricks,
She leaves clusters of chaos
wherever she picks.
But where would I be
without magic or might?
I'd have to be me...
Not a chance.
Drowned in DecemberThey're wet (these short days),Drowned in December in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
yet superb: crisp chills; sweaters
and cheer enliven me.
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.Glass in Free Verse More Like This
Not just because of the way you say it,
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.