Out of LoveI ask my best friendMore Like This
about her boyfriend
she says he’s okay
she says he’s scared
I say, “I can relate to that.
Do you still love him?”
She says no
she doesn’t think so,
that being in love is self-harm
that she is a clam
whose shell only opens
upon the brink of death.
If she’s a clam
then I am an anemone
deserted by her clown fish.
Alone, I wither
I turn sour, like milk
two weeks expired
I shock everyone
that comes close, missing
the one whose nest
I briefly was -
I would have let him
make his home in me,
but he had oceans
upon oceans to see
and many sea-flowers
much prettier than I
with his strong mind
with his laughing eyes.
And then she came
like a storm rolling in
from the West
in the face of all that glory
I was powerless.
then into disrepair
I fear I have nothing left to give
but the way the dust turns golden
in the sunlight-addled air.
My best friend says
she can’t do it
I say I understand
but I don
complacencyWhen I was younger, I had a pond.More Like This
Every year, frogs would arrive,
Frogs from all over the vast town of my road,
Frogs from as far as the forest’s lake.
The frogs would live in my pond,
I would herd flies in their direction,
I would give them everything they needed,
My pond was their provider.
The happiness of the frogs grew
With the amount of frogs that lived in my pond.
Then, one day, the pond became rancid;
That’s what my mum said,
She said we had to fill it up.
We waited for winter, when there would be no frogs.
We emptied the pond,
We filled it with grey stones.
It didn’t look out of place, this not-pond.
But it was cold, it was hard, and it was dull,
Just like the rest of the patio.
We forgot about the not-pond
As the harsh winter wind blew dust over it,
As the rain set the dust,
The frogs arrived complacently;
They expected the pond to be there.
They expected that life would be as it was.
They expected to continue as normal.
The frogs were confused
i take the clocks downOn the first day, my friend tells me;More Like This
“Hey, how long have you had that line?”
To which I reply;
“The one on your forehead.”
I return to my room, and touch my forehead. I can’t feel any line.
On the second day, I paint my face with creams and powders.
I look at my face in the mirror. There’s a brush-line of powder across it, where my makeup has filled in too dense, so I wipe it away.
The paint leaves, but the line doesn’t.
On the third day, I write my mother a letter after I’ve handed in my essay.
I tell her about the line.
I don’t send the letter.
On the fourth day, I receive my first bill. I write my fifth cheque.
I catch myself frowning as I read the numbers.
The line has formed a small crack between the loose skin of my brows.
I stop frowning.
On the eighth day, I ask my friend about the line.
“They’ve transferred from your essays to your face.”
To which I respond;
First Kiss (Chapter Nine) ~Chapter Nine~More Like This
"What are you guys doing?" Angelina asked as she walked in the living room. We panicked and scooted away from each other.
"N-nothing!" Walter and I said at the same time..
I can't believe that I got interrupted AGAIN! This has happened way too many times! Am I not supposed to get my first kiss then?
"Angelina, pass the eraser please," Walter said.
Angelina gave the eraser to Walter, which he immediately dropped. He was bright red still from what almost happened. He fixed his glasses and we continued working on the project. Walter and I didn't talk for a few weeks, but slowly, we began talking a little bit more each day. Soon enough, everything was back to normal, and it seemed like nothing had ever changed. Well, there was one week left of school now, and I was determined to get my first kiss this week! I hung out with Bryce and Nathan on Sunday. We went to the theater and the park. I invited bot
First Kiss (Chapter Eight) ~Chapter Eight~More Like This
"Everybody, QUIET! STOP FIGHTING!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone continued, though. I sighed. Addison sniffled a few times got, up, and screamed as loudly as she could.
"QUIET! OR ELSE I WILL KICK ALL OF YOUR-"
"OKAY! Thanks Addison!" I said, trying to calm her down.
Everyone immediately got silent.
"Priscilla! Let me give you your first kiss! We got interrupted, let's try again!" Nathan begged.
"What? No! Let ME give you your first kiss, Priscilla! We've gotten interrupted plenty of times, remember?" Bryce begged.
Oh man, two guys? One was enough trouble.
"N-no! Me! Er...please!" Walter shouted. He blushed, covered his mouth with his hands, and turned away, bright red.
Three guys now? They all began arguing and yelling at each other loudly. I sighed. I thought to myself, isn't this what I wanted? To have my first kiss with someone? But it had to be someone special, didn't it? They were a
First Kiss (Chapter Seven) ~Chapter Seven~More Like This
I was in the hospital. I didn't remember much of what had happened. My mom came in, and so did Walter.
"Oh, my baby! Are you okay?" Mom asked me.
"Yes, mom, I'm fine...But what happened?" I asked, grabbing my forehead. Pain rushed throughout my entire head.
"We found you with Nathan and Addison lying on the ground unconscious in the dark alleyway in Dark Side beside some really big rocks. I guess they must've fallen on you guys somehow." Walter explained.
Mom's eyes widened. She came up to me, angry. "You guys went to Dark Side? By yourselves? When you get home, young lady, you are grounded for two months!" She kept lecturing me about how dangerous that was and everything for what seemed like hours. I just tuned her out, though. The doctor had to come in and make her leave me alone.
"...so why were you guys in Dark Side?" Walter asked me as soon as mom left.
I sighed, "Nathan took us there. He said it would be fun, and we
First Kiss (Chapter Six) ~Chapter Six~More Like This
I made sure I was very careful the next few weeks. Slowly, I began getting less worried. Maybe the person who sent me the letter forgot about it or changed his mind? No...he's probably just waiting for me to forget about it. But how will he know when I have forgotten about it? Everything seemed perfectly normal for a long time. The last day of school was only a couple months away, and nobody seemed suspicious. I had made plenty of new friends, but I still felt a little lonely on the inside. I still wanted to have my first kiss, especially by the end of this year. I talked to many guys, but only a few were actually grabbing my attention the most. The few were Bryce, Nathan, and Walter. I don't know why, but they were the most interesting to me. I felt like they were pretty cool. I didn't have a crush on any of them, but I WAS a bit attracted to them. Addiso
First Kiss (Chapter Five) ~Chapter Five~More Like This
School the next day was pretty normal. I saw Walter a few times in between classes, and we both said hi to each other. We talked for a while during lunch and after school, and when I got home and opened my backpack, I found a note. At first, I thought it was from Walter, but what it said didn't really seem like it came from him.
The note read, "Dear lovely, I must speak to you. One day, when I know that you have forgotten this letter, I will surprise you. I must be with you! I'm sure you know who I am. We have spoken before. Outside of school, and inside. I will not tell you who I am until the time is right. I will approach you at the must unexpected time, and that is when you will know who I am. Goodbye for now, Priscilla. I love you. <3"
I read it again, and again, trying to recognize the handwriting, but I couldn't. I would make sure that I thought about this day and night and be very careful outside of my house. For the nex
Lock Picks and RattlesnakesI remember falling for you in the way that I'd always thought ofMore Like This
By diving headfirst off of the highest place I could find
And feeling nothing but fear and adrenaline on the way down
Because I didn't mean to want this
I didn't mean to want you
I didn't WANT to want you
I didn't WANT to want ANYONE EVER AGAIN
I was just enjoying the view
Innocent bystander to someone else's tragedy
I didn't mean to lean that last bit forward
I didn't mean to bask in the warm winds of your presence
But Gravity held hands with Love
And pushed me over the edge
And once my heart hit terminal velocity I knew I was fucked.
You had a leather lasso on my heart
You were a true curse from the back of my mind
The angel hymn to my sinning lullaby
You were the line from that song
You know the words
The ones from my second favorite verse
"She broke your throne and she cut your hair"
but no hallelujahs drew their calligraphy
in the ink made of blood
from stuttering tongue to broken teeth
and out thr