The Love Hates BackSo yes, that was the only reason I kissed you; to see if tendresse would do what anger could not.More Like This
UntitledPlease take my hand and show me the way,More Like This
up until today I have been in the neverending darkness.
I have never touched the light until now.
Take me with you, let me stay in your grace.
Don't take away this feeling in my heart.
I need this tranquility, I need this final gift of hope.
Neurotic NostalgicOur neurotic nostalgic is sick with daydreams.More Like This
Forcing signifigance into every little thing.
Scanning memories of when he was happy.
Looking at the carving while his eyes swell,
"To know a Heaven, you must learn hell."
Blurred eyesEyes with the clarity of water color murals,More Like This
Slopped on towers poking ozone holes,
Scrutinize the trustful paramour
Pick at unraveling threads in an invisible cloak.
Slowly, surely, the finery turns to rags
Handfuls of shredded thread clump fills a fist
With these remnants of joy she wipes the tears,
Peers through lost devotion,
To see no one.
a little bita little bit of red in your cheeksMore Like This
you'll never know how much you mean to me
a little bit of blonde in your hair
you'll never know how much i'd like to be there
a little bit of a skip in your walk
you'll never know how my heart flutters when you talk
a little bit of warmth in your voice
you'll never understand how loving you was less than a choice
a little bit of sun on our skin
you'll never know how i could never love again
a little bit of a smile when we kiss
you'll never remember how much we felt bliss
a little bit of affection in your eyes
you'll never know what its like to see you kiss other guys
a little bit of the nig
The Society and The IndividualI was born independent and the biggest mistake I ever made was falling into the arms of society. Free will has become an option, and that is where we have all lost ourselves. You can either choose to live, or avoid the things you will never know by experiencing things at your own discretion.More Like This
We are the creator of our own lives.
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.More Like This
It blinks again, and we are gone.
Throw Ourself Against The WallLet's run away.More Like This
Let's keep running and never stop.
Eventually, we won't be running to survive. We'll be running, because running is our life now.
The YouthMy youth was found in disgusting apartments and palest blue ribbon. Kissing girls that were years older than myself, lying about my age and passing out on the bathroom floor. I started smoking, I started lying, things were going great. I felt better than I ever had, line after line, bed after bed, I never did too much and was on top of my game, always one step ahead of even myself. But soon there would be nothing new to do. Everyone would know my name, my sins and who I slept with.More Like This
Oh the price of being young.
We Are Prostitutes And JunkiesThe ribbon binding our cervical ribs togetherMore Like This
is resolved fire and
quantum mechanics wrapped in beat-one-egg-until-fluffy.
Cut your teeth on my frightened way of life,
point fingers at the spiders in my closet,
I told you
together we could divide the universe by zero
and find the answer in the rubble.
But I was too delirious
to write down the name on my night-stand,
so I might have been wrong.
Forewarning was rolled off my shoulders
and picked up by the orphans
who wanted to have a life,
and yesterday I found
why I must listen.
are no more entrancing than my sighs, you said.
The sway of her fiending
100TC - Obsession“What do you mean there were six signals?”More Like This
“We couldn’t lock onto their ship when they left port. They must have dropped scramblers with the same frequencies and changed theirs once they had the head start. I’m sorry, sir, but we cannot follow them,” Cervant’s head of security had to fight the urge to flinch back at the baleful glare his employer gave him.
The past twelve hours had been horrid ones for everyone under Cervant’s employ. The girl he had been attached to had been abducted…or rescued depending on how one looked at the situation, but the men were too well paid or blackmail
La Petite MortI’ve tried to find that placeMore Like This
in the coastal-plains forest
where he took it,
that first time
when I shivered
in the Southern summer
and couldn’t meet his eyes,
but it was always secret
and now it’s lost
down the twists and turns
of narrow roads.
I only remember scratching bites
for weeks, little red reminders
of what I’d lost in the pine straw.
Later, it was never
rolling waves of hot pleasure
or toe-curling, mind-melting anything,
so I started to think I was broken,
that he’d broken me.
I stopped caring –
Men were built like mountains
and trees and draft horses
and I liked the smell of them.
They would c
my body is a funeral servicethis morning i emptied your ashes into the sky, hoping to watch them sift through my fingers like an eagle taking flight. but the wind carried them backwards and my face became an ashtray for memories. you came back to me, like you always do, like a kiss or a reoccurring dream that i can never forget. i became cloaked in black grain, the remnants of your body. your cremated smile was caught somewhere between the stinging in my eyes and the ash on my jacket.More Like This
in that moment my body became a funeral service. my lips preached your names to the trees. i forgot what it was like to feel anything but hymns pressing down on my back like the heat of t
The Heist My name is Matt, and I've never felt so alive in my life. This heist has just gone bad; cops have just begun to rain the area, as far as I know, there're 3 casualties so far. Now I'm next. Afraid isn't the half of it. I couldn't even go to sleep last night. But now, everything is just way too nostalgic Why am I smiling?More Like This
"Through the vault!" Jeremy's barking orders now, we both saw the boss get riddled with bullets through the security cameras. Now that was a sight. I doubt that there is a true leader now, but Jeremy filling in his place makes sense. He's possibly more capable at this than the boss himself. "MOVE YOUR ASS, VIRGIN!" Je
Dear ValentineDear Valentine,More Like This
Your gifts are flattering, but very, well, frightening. Don't get me wrong. The cards, chocolates, and flowers are all very nice. The locks of hair, however, are not. Nor are the 5 a.m. phone calls.
I must confess that I have a boyfriend who is not a fan of the attention you have been giving me. He found out about you breaking into my car to leave that adorable giant stuffed bear, and has called the police. It would therefore behoove you to cease and desist this romantic endeavor before you are dragged away for stalking. I really do apologize.
The frightened object of your affection
Best of luck in your
83. HealLuka bit his lip, trying not to sit too close to the very hungover boy beside him.More Like This
"He said I'm too old," mumbled Cam. His arms were folded on the table, and his head was buried in them. "Too old."
"You're not too old," Luka said quietly, placing a hand over his friends' and squeezing it.
Cam lifted his head, and Luka could see his eyes were red from crying. Cam never cried.
"Well that's what he said."
"Because he's a bastard," Luka replied simply, unable to hold back a smile. He'd wanted to say that for a long time.
"What the hell did you do?" demanded Luka. His dark eyes were narrowed and his fists were clenched; his small frame
ImpossibleI wanted to tell you everything butMore Like This
the truth got stuck somewhere in my throat,
and I simply couldn't cough it up.
The lies were just waiting to be told,
already on my tongue.
I had no choice but to spit them out.
Reunion Raine felt desperately low class as she sat on the back porch of her Uncle Marvin's country home, sipping homemade mulberry wine from a red plastic cup and swatting away mosquitoes. Or gnats. She couldn't tell anymore. Her family, both extended and immediate, didn't seem to mind the situation as much as she did. Each seem pleased with the too-sweet wine, hoppy beer and dollar-store soda as they occupied themselves with family ties. Adults stood in various groups on the expansive, crab-grassed lawn, talking politics, food, sports, kids, anything really; and nothing at the same time. A group of shirtless uncles and male cousins played bocce, cMore Like This
Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?More Like This
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pa
Waking UpWaking UpMore Like This
We've been floating out here in the ether between worlds for nearly a millennia, though it's hard to say how long anything lasts here. My vessel is at peace here, so I too am washed with the feeling of contentment.
As we float above the world, I can look down and watch the inhabitants of our island go about their lives. They look the same as they did when we left, but Halcyon has changed because of them. There are several roads that girdle the land and large barriers that separate the forests from the towns. They've found a way to manipulate their world to work for them in a way we could never have imagined.
I urge my ves
BallroomWho is that?More Like This
Who, that weird chick?
Yeah the one thats
Dancing by herself ?
Yeah. Whats her deal?
Who knows? Shes crazy.
The girl in question didnt even glance up as she listened to the people talking about her. They didnt even seem to notice as she glided through them all, arms erect around an imaginary person. She moved carefully and sure-footedly through the crowds in a sparkling green dress, oblivious to the world of teenagers around her as she swept back and forth in a waltz to the heavy bea
Fat vs. SkinnyThe fat girl glares in envyMore Like This
At the one the world calls skinny
And the skinny girl glares back
At the one the world calls fat
Fatty wants the slender neck
Skinny wants the breasts
Fatty wants the tiny tummy
Skinny wants the rest
Fatty wants the tiny waist
Fatty wants to breathe
Fatty wants to be the one
The world would call pretty
But there are secrets
That fatty doesn't know
Like the dreams of skinny
And why she feels so low
Skinny may be small
But she wants to gain some weight
So don't call a small girl skinny
It's sometimes a very big mistake
Fat girls may look to skinny
And release an angry sigh
But tiny girls who can
HOW TO WRITE YAOI. SO, YOU WANT TO WRITE TEH BEST YAOI EVARR??!11?More Like This
HOW TO WRITE A BL COMIC--ER, MANGA STORY BY DAIOH--SAKURA AT DEVIANTART.COM.
DESCRIPTION: Guide on how to write TEH BEST YAOI EVARR.
You love to see boys doing the nasty. You love to write about boys doing the nasty. Maybe you love to draw boys doing the nasty. HEY, U NOE WAT??! Maybe you should write a yaoi web comic.
All the cool kids are doing it. And if you do it right, you can become Teh Popularz. Because everyone likes to see men getting it on. And if they dont, theyre probably douche bags. You know that
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPT
Same Sex Marriage is GAY.Same Sex Marriage.More Like This
Objective: You will be engaged in an in-depth study of same sex marriages. This project will involve research and the result will be an argument presented in the form of a debate.
1. Homosexuality is not natural.
Much like eyeglasses, cesarean sections, birth control and painkillers are not natural.
2. The purpose of marriage is to procreate.
Therefore, sterile males, women that cannot bear children, the elderly, infirm, and infertile CANNOT be married.
3. Living with gay parents will adversely imp
Philosophers PoemThe truth rises and fliesMore Like This
On your ember breath of sighs
A phoenix rising in your eyes
Consumed with passion, then it dies.
Spider silken silver cords
Tying close the rabid hordes
Interlacing colored words
Soars the soul on painted birds
Try to find the meaning here
Curiosity dipped in fear
Candied layers fool the seer
No more truth seen in her tears
Poked and prodded with the pen
The paper gives it up again
Ink like blood fools wise men
Keeping secrets in its den
All the coins that were spent
All the ships that were sent
always with the wrong intent
truth themselves they can't invent
Heartened truth we cannot find
Butterfly pt.5 _Done_More Like This
I try to take a breath. All I inhale is death. I'll sit here till my body rots, with the blood. The pain sinks in. All I feel is hate. The world is no longer free. Our leader is fear. Everyone forgets hope. The love is fatting. You act like everything is ok. It's not. No one noes anything anymore. They hide the fear, they hide the remorse. They hide it all behind the laughs and smiles. No one is ok. We all wonder. Welcome to the end.
Frozen HeartMore Like This
♡To freeze my heart
I'll sleep in the rain
Take the pain away
I won't cry in pain
Even if every tear
washed away in the rain
Every time I look ahead
I don't cry
Because you aren't dead
You didn't die
I didn't shed a tear
Because you're still here
A frozen heart
with no fear♡
A Storm is ApproachingMore Like This
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze.
Erupt it will,
In a day's time or two.
Will inevitably ensue.
I'm caught in between,
Who I want to be,
& the person my parents,
Have envisioned for me.
I lie and constantly cheat,
Deceive the best I can.
At nights, I silently weep,
To free the person I am.
I patiently await,
My Impending Doom,
For the storm may abate,
Only till the Monsoon.
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze...
Hidden PainHidden PainMore Like This
I wipe the tear drops from my eyes
I try to stop but I still cry
Pain rips through my very soul
I hide it so it doesn't show
I don't want the ones I love to see
The anger burning deep in me
So I place a smile upon my face
A mask to hide every last trace
Of bad feelings felt for a while
I hide them right behind that smile
And act as if I do not care
As if the pain were never there
FlawedTo err and to errMore Like This
And to err again!
Borrish is he
That speaks words
So devoid of thought
I care not for this man
So lacking in tempered edge.
He longs for that
Which he does not have.
His design so crude,
His manner so uncouth,
He is but flotsam upon the sea.
Pity not this flawed gem
Of flesh and bone-
He is unworthy.
Avoid him if you must,
Intervene if you dare,
It is only to he
And he alone
That can set himself
Upon the hearth,
And the anvil above the hearth,
And the flames that smolder
Beneath anvil and hammer
To forge himself anew.
100ThemesChallenge - RotFruit flies over a kitchen sink and reddish paint splashed across the tiles in a vicious X. Smashed china crunches beneath feet that don't dare move and somewhere something bigger than a mouse scurries for cover. Screams from squemish women - one faints and in a pointless act of chivalry a man swears in the direction of the noise.More Like This
Glares at the man - the silence has been broken and along with it something far less tangible; an ambience of narcissistic respect for this person they had never spoken to. He hangs his head turns away looking ill. Another makes a move to pick up the disarrayed furniture and someone notices; steps forward to help h
More Than a PassengerIf the world keeps on like this, then I'll refuse to inherit it.More Like This
100ThemesChallenge - Two gunsJust as you were taught with anger and pain, you teach with anger and pain. But I will not; I will teach with love and care.More Like This
I will kill your spiral.
Wallflower.Why do you pry your way through these crowdsMore Like This
with uncertain hands, scared eyes,
and smiles stretched too tight?
You seem so awkward there,
posing for that photo
just a millimetre too far
away from the friend you have your arm around,
like you're not sure you should be there at all;
like you need more of the world between you,
because you're not sure how you fit in,
or just how close is too close for comfort.
Are you trying too hard to fit in,
with that nervous grin and your hands clenched too tight,
because you don't know where to put them?
You nod your head and press your lips together
as if you're trying to hold back words
100ThemesChallenge - WantYou don't know what you want. You barely communicate. You say plenty, but most of it's just to fill the silence. I cannot blame you for this, because I know that deep down you don't realize what you're doing. I know that deep down you're scared and confused; you only want to be safe. To feel good about your choices. To have things righted. But you make some stupid fucking choices. You burn all your bridges, and then say it was an accident. You want a quick-fix solution to something that's been breaking for years. You told me that when you prayed, you never knew what to say. You said that you never knew how to level with God. Be honest to yourMore Like This
Death and Resurrection Show.The mid-knightmare monster of war and carnage.More Like This
My parastichy staircase
winds down, down, down
deep into the dark heart of me.
sad cot and sad master to erase
the poor, unhappy clown
fades into my memory.
Laser eyes that burn, like cigarettes,
holes in the sky, and makes it cringe at the edges
like paper that could not withstand her fiery stare.
From thy forked tongue,
Untruths slip, slip, slip
To slide down your broken spine,
And with their stickines
The Inked BladeJust as painters live for their artwork, poets live for theirs. But for a writer it is more so. For a writer, the writing will take on not only a life of their own, but a personality, a whole separate soul. A writer can converse with their pieces, argue with them... Feel jealous of them. Sometimes you might tell him his words are beautiful, and you'll see a shadow briefly cross his face before he responds with a 'thank you' and a smile, stretched too tight. Eventually, he'll become angry at his work. He'll stop writing; he'll tear up old notebooks in the hopes he can forget the words seemingly printed across the inside of his skull. He'll snaMore Like This
The Mirror Stares At MirrorsIf there's one thing I hate, it's people who won't stand for an elderly person on the bus.More Like This
If there's one thing I hate, it's having to stand for an elderly person on the bus.
If there's one thing I hate, it's having to wake up an ungrateful sibling at five thirty.
If there's one thing I hate, it's being woken up by a sibling at five thirty.
If there's one thing I hate, it's people who turn words to clichéd greeting cards.
If there's one thing I hate, it's ideas turning into a shopping list.
If there's one thing I hate, it's that feeling you get when you realise that accident will scar.
If there's one thing I hate, it's people who
Made of NothingMore Like This
Fast Foreword: A Brief Introduction
Why are people so eager to tell me when they find God, but they never mention where he was hiding? Sorry, that's just been bugging me. Now about my essay I made it educational and concise, but I also tried to include some humor so it wouldn't read like an obituary column for any beliefs you may have had. To put it bluntly, this article's as likely to erase your faith in God as the Tanya Harding sex tape.
Okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious. Some people couldn't be convinced that God doesn't exist if God himself descended from the heavens just to announce tha
To Build A HumanMore Like This
I wonder if I died last night.
I once wondered if I had died the night before. And that's not even the strangest thought I had that fateful day. But perhaps I should start from the beginning
I had been thinking about the troubling philosophical issue regarding the hypothetical teleportation device that uses quantum entanglement to instantaneously transfer data, then uses that data to exactly replicate the individual in the new place and simultaneously destroy the original. The new copy is like a twin with all the same memories of the original, right up to the event of the teleportation, creating a perfect illusion of transportation
the marigold benchin faded delirium the order of the world dissembles. it is my mind, replicated endlessly, mitotic and slippery, paint cradling reality in soft palms.More Like This
here is the sky, pink at noon and blue at sunset, black at darkest night with stars soaked in its ebony skin.
a boy in his attractive pallor is on his bench, shifting from alertly thoughtful to a slouched spine and heavy head in heartfelt hands. he watches the world.
until my thoughts wrapped their arms around the hips of reality, the boy was alone.
busy legs would shuttle past his static form, dress-pant thighs rubbing against one another. he would be asked if he smoked weed; he would smile
a thing like lovei believe in love like some believe in god,More Like This
bending over backwards, cause
finally you found something
that will keep you from dying,
finally you found something
that gives you hope,
a home in a war zone,
a sanctuary for sanity,
finally you found your heart,
lost in that hollow body of yours,
always too afraid to excavate
its caves on your own,
always afraid of the monsters
you'll find in its corners,
you were always hiding from things that might have been.
and when you finally opened your eyes,
there was love at your feet,
waiting to be made.
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky onMore Like This
Hero The life of a hero isn't different from anyone else's. He wakes up in the morning, still tired from staying up too late to comfort his crying infant daughter. He makes a cup of coffee- black- and downs it in two big gulps, then throws on his uniform and drives his rickety car to work for minimum wage. The parking lot is full, but he manages to find a spot beside a familiar car. He turns off the ignition and steps out of the car, fastening his belt through the loops as he walks in the front door.More Like This
He makes his way through the crowd to the time clock, where he punches in a few minutes early, relieving the harried customer clerk he is r
UntarnishedHe thought he was funny.More Like This
"This is a frigging stupid class," he'd say to me. "It's stupider than…your mom."
And his voice would trail off and be lost in a sea of pages flipping and pencils scratching, because nobody cared about the kid spewing crap in the corner.
It was to his advantage that the seating chart had placed him in the back of the room. He liked to lay back, balance his chair precariously against the wall, then throw his feet up on the table. It was his thinking time, he explained, because of the two classes he was taking that semester, AP English was the one he could afford to slack off in. I never really understood the log
from edear,More Like This
i am not miserable, i am sad- for the beauty in the world, for the poisoned lungs and minds fluttering like one-winged butterflies in dizzying circles in this world.
i am listening to your music. you sound so sad- you sound like me. i want to hold you in the fold of my arm, a pen for a sheep, a comfort, protection from the world so sharp on your skin. i could write you a hundred letters, but it would be much clearer to show you if i could hold you in my body of glass, knowing i'm holding the only thing worth saving.
with you, i am not infatuated with thinness any more than i am with money. it would be nice to have both, but it di
The Worlds We Live InThe theory of multiverse states that there are an infinite number of realities, each pertaining to a unique set of events, so every possible combination is covered. Which means everything is not only possible, but probable. Which means some where across the cosmos, on a planet just like this one, a person just like you, just stood up and learnt to fly.More Like This
Ten painted momentsOne. The circumstances of her birthMore Like This
She was supposed to be a Christmas child. Her sister, older than her by 6 years, kept wishing for a live doll to play with. Much later, she found out that her mother cried when she first heard she was pregnant, all the way from the hospital to the house. Apparently, she had considered an abortion, but under the communist regime, it was illegal and also a very dangerous endeavour. In the end, her mother's mother, in her wisdom, convinced her to welcome the child that was to be born.
During the months of pregnancy, everyone expected her to be a boy. The shape of her belly, as well as other old wives tales,
The Seperation FadesI know that a few decades from now, I won't be able to picture the freckles on your shoulder so clearly they might be before my eyes, and I wouldn't remember the curve of your smile, and your face won't be the first thing I see every morning.More Like This
And that scares me to death, but it keeps me going.
if i marry a girl,we will wear long white dressesMore Like This
made of cotton and light summer breezes
that will play around our curves in the wind.
we will not wear shoes. instead, we will
stand under the vine-covered arch with
soft green grass under our heels and toes.
we will not wear makeup, but will let
the sun tickle our bare skin, kiss our
cheeks, and weave between our eyelashes.
we will not say our vows -- we will sing them
to each other from opposite ends of a field
of dandelions. the notes will sink into the
florets, roll down the hollow bodies, into the
soil, up the milky stems. they will plant their
melodies into the feathery seeds. the wind will
i like my body when it isi do not like my body.More Like This
it is wrong and soft,
squared and unsure.
my body is a blanket
of white, glowing in the midnight
sky's aura. it is ugly
and it is wrong.
i do not like my body
standing naked and goose-bumped
i do not like the curves,
the inlets where convexity belongs,
emptiness where should be your hands.
i like my body under yours.
i like the echo of seashells
the pinkness of your skin brings to my ears,
the smile it spreads across my lips,
the thunder it puts in my heart.
i like to be worn
as human jewellery,
i like the groves your body finds
in my own,
i like the music our limbs make
If I'm gonna tell itAre you hurting, girl?More Like This
Never love another girl
You're nobody's baby girl.
It was the day you walked away,
The day you said goodbye.
It was then.
I stopped smiling when you left me.
When I am old and grey
When I have children who no longer visit me
And I have grandchildren who don't remember me
When my husband's dead and gone
And I am quietly wasting away
In some hospice where the smell of antiseptic
Masks the scent of death as it settles into my bones
It'll still be you.
I will love you.
Silent FearsDeep secrets that have been hidden for so long.More Like This
Fears that you dare not share.
Pain and sorrow around every cornor.
You tremble as you think back to your silent fears.
That thought is always at the back of your mind.
Waiting for you to fall or slip.
Telling you your worthless.
That fear can affect everything that you hold dear.
Life as you know it will change, if you let that fear take charge.
I Deserve....When I tell you I am fine,More Like This
you better look between the lines,
because even I could tell you,
that's a Lie.
My eyes say,
what my heart,
I deserve to be alone.
I deserve the pain.
Still I miss love.
I still miss him.
This is what I deserve.
But you'd never hear it from me.
You'd have to just see it in my eyes....
i'm fine..I'm fine means I'm really notMore Like This
Its fine means it's not fine
Don't worry means Worry
Leave me alone means stay with me.
Talk to me, hug me, kiss me, comfort me.
I smile when I'm dying inside.
I act like everything's perfect when things are really crashing down around me.
When I'm happy, all I really want to do is burst into tears.
Don't just say everything's going to be ok.
Because it won't be.
As long as I don't have you
Nothing will ever be ok.
You have no idea how much you mean to me.
I'll always love you.
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouriteMore Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
Online DatingIt isn't real,More Like This
it can't be real,
that's what everyone says.
There's no real bonding,
just words on a page.
But, what if words were your passion
if words were your life?
Is it possible,
for some reason
that something could come of it?
It doesn't exist
how could it be anything
other than farce?
Lies all they say.
You don't know the person there
if could be a trick.
But what if it had gotten to the point
in life that it didn't matter?
where anything is better than nothing
and other options are still open?
Is it possible then that there's reality there?