Madness.We wont touch or talkMadness. in Free Verse More Like This
I won't speak anymore
I will hold it all in
until I die inside.
No more rescue me
No more hopes
I am alone in this
I always have been
sometimes it feels like madness
I won't change who I am
I'll just shut down
because with you
Its a selfish thing
so I wont ask you for another thing
I'll go on with my life
I'll hide it all from you
I'll walk away
and never look back.
StayAt times I feel this great distanceStay in Free Verse More Like This
that seems a hundred times greater than the ocean
and other i feel as though nothing could come between us.
Now I feel so alone, in this moment.
I feel something is wrong.
Something you're not telling me
Going on deep inside of you.
Then I become fearful
that I will lose you.
Just stay with me,
don't leave me.
I don't care what the problem is,
we can fix it.
Together we can rearrange the stars.
We can do anything.
Just talk to me, and promise
you won't ever leave.
Well Why Wait.As everyone could see the life in her eye's had left.Well Why Wait. in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody was home, not anymore.
She had suffered long enough.
Her heart had broke into a billion pieces
A shell of her former self
Unsure of where she should go from here,
because her life was direction-less
Feeling completely empty and worthless.
She packed her things
Somewhere deep inside she knew somewhere else
was a life waiting for her.
Perfect.Did I do everything perfect today?Perfect. in Free Verse More Like This
I tried my best
I did the laundry and the dishes.
I made you so much food for dinner, But I forgot the dessert.
And that's all you'll see.
I tried my best
I gave birth to our son
I gave you my heart
It was never enough
Because I didn't work
I never had any worth
I tried so hard to save this
I did my best
I gave all I ever had
But its too bad
Its not enough, its not ever enough
To you my best sucked.
But when your best has no worth
You've had enough
So I left all that stuff
because I was never perfect enough.
EdenIn my own garden of edenEden in Free Verse More Like This
you place me here with you
and as long as you are with me
in heaven i will stay.
Here I run free
i live, laugh, love
I am happy
I feel warm inside
I have no shame.
In my own garden of eden
there are no limits
This is heaven.
days and momentsIts those perfect moments that make my day perfect.days and moments in Free Verse More Like This
somehow you have a way of weaving your web
and i'm more than happy to be captured in it
Its a perfect hug that makes it a perfect day
when the moments seem to long or too far
you remind me the day will be better soon
its a perfect kiss that makes it a perfect day
when i feel so lost you come and find me
when i feel dead you bring me back to life
its those perfect moments with you
that make a perfect day
an all those moments of kisses and hugs
the moments of touching and loving
that make for a perfect life
redthe color redred in Free Verse More Like This
it use to mean so little
it was just a word
just a color
just a crayon
but now i see it
and its memories
for what use to be
what should be
for what isnt
the walls were red
and id give anything
to be sitting there
in our apartment
staring at those pastel, ugly, clay made looking
Because those red walls
historyI lay here in bed, and i close my eyeshistory in Free Verse More Like This
i dream that i am in our bed
together we lay
I run my fingers through your hair
and smell your skin
I feel your body on me and around me
I dream your hands are on me
your lips on mine
your eyes looking into mine
thinking of everything
we've been through
and everything i wish
I had right now
and the nightmare part is,
waking up, Alone.
Closerevery day closer to where i once was where I startedCloser in Free Verse More Like This
I'm starting over
Running around dreaming
falling in love all over again
wishing and waiting
spending all my time crying over you
i'm waiting because i will fix this
Because you fixed me
I was broken when you met me
someone broke me long ago
and someone broke you too
and together we pieced each other together
and then built a home
where we had everything we ever wanted
there was trust, and hope
and mostly Love.
I will wait, I will do
and spend and go
to the ends of the earth to get you back
to get that back.
To have Us back.
Be patient my dear.
We are closer today then yesterday
tomorrow we will be closer than today
Til the day.
Then we will spend the rest
of our lives together
making up for all the lost time
for all the tears.
For all those moments
that we missed and wished.
For all the lost kisses.
LosingI'm losing youLosing in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you
slipping farther out of my reach
each day I lose you more
each day I feel lost a little more
I keep trying to find a way
I keep trying to make things right.
I'm trying to fix everything, perfectly
But I'm afraid If I don't act hastily
then it will be too late.
The more I feel you slipping away
the worse the pain in my chest gets
the worse it hurts
more and more my heart breaks
Everyone is against me anyway
no one wants me to have you.
I am angry, because each day more
they try to convince you
it was all something it wasnt
bad,horrible, wrong, stupid.
Even in the worst moments it was
wonderful, beautiful, and lovely.
Now there is nothing inside of me left.
Except this one last hope and chance and waiting.
Just wishing for when I can have that again.
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.Never Let Him Look South West in Emotional More Like This
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
About creativity, for a friendThere's more to it than meets the eye,About creativity, for a friend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
true art is where the secrets lie,
through symbols, words or painted lines,
the soul of the creator shines,
no color ever shines so bright
to match a work from heart's own light.
My Dear DeerMy dear deer,My Dear Deer in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Writhing, I am writing this letter to you, my young youth, using letters, not numbers, numb as my thumb already is. On paper, not leather.
Whether the weather is nice (as nice as my little niece) or rain does reign, I must tell you a tale. Not about a tail.
About a fairy who felt like she had failed and about the felt hat she had.
About a rogue taking rouge when he couldn't steal steel. About a horde praising their prized hoard for a price, about their trial when they tried to hold the hold they held.
About an angel drawing angles because it was too painful to paint. About a hairless hare and a horny horned whore who wore what you shouldn't wear where she worked.
About knights at night who trusted too much in their thrusts. Who left their heir here, whom they had bred and fed with rotten bread.
Around the World in 80 DaysWill cross the date line yesterday.Around the World in 80 Days in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Painful LovePainful Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear friend, how much I love you; still
not velvet-like they feel, your paws
while in my hair your raking claws
rip out whole strands with cruel skill.
You're purring, much to my delight
while dangling right before my face
your hairy tail despite its grace
now makes me sneeze and blocks my sight.
My little kitty, cute and sweet,
my head is aching from your weight.
Why should you bother what I've said,
knowing you'll always get your treat?
Tragic AccidentA child traversed the street. Almost.Tragic Accident in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Katzengold - Teil 11. Wer nicht hören will ...Katzengold - Teil 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blindrin Blitzewind war ein wenig klein geraten, sogar für einen Waldwichtel, was schon einiges heißt, denn schließlich gehören Wichtel im Allgemeinen nicht unbedingt zu den größten Einwohnern Blumenhains. Kaum eineinhalb Fuß hoch, machte der fröhliche Gesell jedoch durch Gewitztheit und Gewandtheit wett, was ihm an Körpergröße fehlte.
Nun hatte Blindrin ein großes Problem, und zwar eines, welches sich nicht so ohne Weiteres durch ein fröhlich gepfiffenes Liedchen vertreiben ließ: er hatte sich nämlich bis über beide Ohren verliebt. Wie jeder weiß, der jemals unter jener gar furchtbaren Krankheit gelitten haben mag, gibt es auf der ganzen weiten Welt kein Heilmittel gegen diesen schlimmsten aller Flüche: nein nicht einmal ein riesiger Blütenkelch randvoll mit dem allerbesten Wichtelwein kann da noch helfen!
Nidelka, seine Angebete, war von außerord
Katzengold - Teil 22. Lohn der ErkenntnisKatzengold - Teil 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nun glaubt ihr doch nicht wirklich, dass das Schicksal es dabei bewenden ließ? Blindrin mochte ja ein wenig naiv gewesen sein, verblendet könnte man auch sagen. Doch waren die Götter, welche über Blumenhain wachten, nicht so grausam, einen kleinen Wichtel sein Leben lang zu bestrafen. Wer fleißig lernte, der durfte auch Hoffnung schöpfen.
Als Blindrin traurig durch den Wald stapfte, während mehr als nur eine Zähre aus seinen Äuglein tropfte und die winzigen Bäckchen hinunter rann, geschah es, dass er beinahe in Frundris, seine Freundin aus Kindertagen hinein lief.
Frundis war sogar noch viel kleiner geraten als Blindrin, kaum einen Fuß war sie hoch, was sie zur winzigsten Wichtelin im Umkreis von vielen Wichtelmeilen machte. Die arme Frundris trug obendrein eine dicke Warze mitten auf ihrer Nase und stolperte des Öfteren über ihre eigenen Füßlein, was sie in den Augen der anderen W
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
HauntingHaunting in Free Verse More Like This
I am the last ghastly ghost,
glib tongued and glimmering,
in the space beneath the stairs.
My name glows upon your tongue,
gleeful and dreadful
in the dreary dregs of memory -
a keening cacophony
of deadly delights.
You called me here,
made me legion -the languid
languish of laughter,
your new language of the air
and all unearthly promises
pondering their place
in this shallow grave.
Bury me in beauty,
in the bounty of wanton
wonder and I will waste
eternity, a willing wraith to wait
upon your pleasure.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
It actually worked!! TG Caption shortIt actually worked!! TG Caption short in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I smile ecstatically taking another picture. I covered my mouth trying to block any other escaping laughter.
“I can’t believe this actually worked, I mean there is actually stuff like this out there?” I said clumsily walking over to my desk.
The shift in gravity was going to be something to get used to. I picked up the small bottle of pills. “This Keith is really out there somewhere and his product actually works!!”
I held the pills against my chest thinking of all the things I could now do. “I can finally be with her,” I said happily. “Oh I got to go get dressed!!”
What did he do to me? 1st TG CaptionWhat did he do to me? 1st TG Caption in Short Stories More Like This
I walked down dirt road still changing. I had finally gotten away from him, but whatever he did to me was still taking effect. My hips were still growing, my butt was growing larger filling the light blue panties he had put on me. My height was deprecating with each step. I had already lost my member and watched my waist turn slim and curvy. My skin was now golden and my hair had already descended past my shoulders. I knew from the pain on my face a few hours ago that my features had changed as well. I stopped in my tracks, stumbling a little. I began to cough something was wrong with my chest. I felt something begin to protrude from my chest. I pulled back the gray top I wore to discover my problem. I looked down at my chest in confusion and awe. Two fully formed breast contained by a black bra were now on my chest.
“What the hell did he do to me?”
Luke's TG episode 13Luke's TG episode 13 in Sketches More Like This
Luke's TG ep 13:- Louise's boyfriend
It was early morning and as I got up I thought I was back in my old room for a few seconds, until I turned around and saw Trixie and Julie sitting up in bed looking at me with a grin on their face's. I looked back and asked what was with the evil grin's when all of a sudden Julie open my waldrobe, I was shocked to find they had got rid of my normal clothes and switched them with really girly clothes. "what have you 2 done?" I said shocked. "me and Trixie decided your waldrobe needed a change Louise", said Julie still holding a menacing grin. "seriously why did you change my entire waldrobe? I thought it was ok." I said trying to think what they had done. "We want you to get a boyfriend." Said Trixie checking the stuff making sure everything is there. "You want me to get a boyfriend, why?" I asked. "We just feel you need a special someone," said Julie closing the waldrobe, I opened th waldrobe and looked at the stuff and turned straight to Julie pull
Luke's TG ep 12Luke's TG ep 12 in Sketches More Like This
Luke's TG episode 12:- Welcome back "Louise"?!
Once on the plane I was informed I could use the wifi on the plane I looked at my phone, I decided to turn my wifi on and connect to skype. As it started up I noticed Julie was on so I messaged her to find out what is going on now. She was not happy that I turned on my Phone and turn on the wifi, she messaged me "TURN YOUR FUCKING PHONE OFF THEY WILL TRACK YOU!!" Almost instantly I turned the phone and thought to myself oh crap, what have I done?! After the plane landed I was greeted by Roslie. "I thought you went back to the UK Roslie," I said. "I did but you called me when I stopped off in Singapore for a little shopping spree and I stopped what I was doing and got the first flight to New Zealand. I got in a car with Roslie and was taken to a Lab, When we got there I seen the logo on the front door, I panicked and asked Roslie what's going on, she turned to me and said "I am so sorry Luke, then I felt something on my back it was a tranqu