Love PoemYou say I'mMore Like This
But all you know
is the surface,
and not breathing.
The Trail of Sparkles"I want to break up with you," cried a young girl. Her boyfriend gasped. The girl tilted her sad head and exploded with tears.More Like This
"Why?" The boy tried to embrace her, but was shoved back.
"Don't make it harder than it already is," the girl uttered. She turned and ran. Only leaving a sparkling trail of tears. One of the sparkles hits the boy on the cheek. The boy then shreds a tear, which meets her sparkle.
The next day rowed by and Mother Nature cried for her son's sorrow. The boy walked to school with a tilted head. The only thing on his mind was the girl. The time they spent together now haunts him as a ghost, as a shadow. During class, teachers yelled at him, but the ghost shut him out from the world. He didn't move till lunch, when his friend tried to get him to go with them. He declined the offer and sat without eating a bite. Right before lunch ended, the first person who came into the room was the girl. The boy finally stood up.
"Why? Why did we break up," asked the boy. The girl d
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
The Rainy BirthdayThe day was spackled in rain. A young girl, the age of 15, had to go to school. As she walked through the ocean of puddles, she was looking forward to seeing her friend. As for he is the light of this gloomy day. As the bus pulled by, she quickly got on. As soon as she landed the top step, she scanned the bus for him, but he couldn't be found. She sat in the back seat, alone. She tilted her head on the glass of which clouds covered.More Like This
The school day started as she got off and they're no sign of him. With the rain upon her, she rushed to class. As her classes started, she paid no attention. The rain became her TV marathon for the eight long hours at school. Then the last bell ringed. The girl got up and walked slowly toward the bus. Her head was slightly tilted with sadness. When she thought she was in front of the bus, she tilted her head. But the yellow limo was gone. She had no choice but to walked home.
As the girl was walking home, she came across the music store, the one that she an
If I Was A Tiger..."If you were an animal which one would you be, love?"More Like This
"But you're not scary!"
"No, but I'm Dark and Mysterious, yet secretly a kitty cat on the inside."
"I don't like cats."
"You'd like me."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm so in love with you."
"Hmmm... So, I have a cat in love with me?"
"Nope. A Tiger."
"But you said that you were a kitty cat..."
"A secret from me?"
"Everybody has some."
"Well how many do you have left?"
"That makes it about you, since you are my everything."
"You're avoiding answering."
"Hm.. guess i was. But I only have one."
"...Will you tell me?"
"Will you love me if I do?"
"I already love you."
"Well then of course I will"
"If I was a Tiger you would be my Butterfly"
"Yes. My butterfly."
"Why a butterfly?"
"Cause you're so light and fun, and
She Wants ToShe wants to feel an embrace of a warm hug,More Like This
one that makes her feel at home,
his scent drawing in through her nostrils making her feel at ease.
She wants to feel the touch of lips,
pressing tightly against either with warm breaths,
each kiss desperate and urgent for another.
She wants to feel the rush of skin,
cuddling in bed and warm-fingered caresses.
More importantly she wants to feel love.
Holding Hands::We aren't a couple.More Like This
What we have is merely physical attraction and a strong friendship; nothing more. If we were a couple, we would act like other, normal, straight couples. We would hold hands in public; he would cuddle with me as we sat together at lunch. I would be able to kiss his cheek around our friends without worry of speculation. He would be able to touch my lips with his without being called names.
We aren't a couple.
I have to tell myself this at least three times a day so I don't get carried away when I'm with him, but the last time, I forgot. I was so excited to see him that I forgot that we weren't in love, and I let the words slip past my lips. I said those three words that ruined my entire life.
I had to leave. He tried to tell me that what I had said was okay, but it wasn't. It was wrong in so many ways and made everything complicated, so I had to leave.
I had to leave b
London CityLondon City will burn down, will burn down, will burn down. Let's watch the flames engulf the town, my fair lady.More Like This
Hear the voices that will no longer sound, no longer sound, no longer sound. See them all hit the ground, my fair lady.
Hide the bodies before they break down, they break down, they break down. Hide them where they can't be found, my fair lady.
We can dance on the ash filled well, ash filled well, ash filled well. I didn't push you, you simply fell, my fair lady.
Look, your pretty white dress is red, dress is red, dress is red. Did something sharp hit your head? My fair lady!
Let's burn this city to the ground, to the ground to the ground! I'll hide you away, you won't be found. My fair lady!