Sinful SecretThe unexpected sound of her phone ringing, woke her up one grey January morning.
Clumsily, and drowsy from lack of sleep, she fiddled with her phone, until she had finally succeeded in answering the call.
“Hey.” his voice said, strangely quiet. This was the moment she had unconsciously waited for, though she did not know it yet.
“Hey there” she answered in her drowsy and hoarse voice, rubbing out the sleep in her eyes.
A murmur of his voice was all that she could distinguish from the phone. From the tone of his voice and the silence after, she could tell that he had asked her a question.
“Sorry, could you please repeat that?” she said.
He took a deep, shaky breath, and spoke louder, clearer. As he spoke, she gradually woke up to her senses, and her heart started pounding loudly. From what exactly, she was not sure.
In short, he wanted to return to just being friends. Fine, she said. He awkwardly started a long jumble of words tha
Forgotten Today, Gone TomorrowI saw you with another today
You both smiled and talked as I watched
And even though I was the one you invited
It seems you’re with someone else
As you both embraced I just stood and watched
Feeling a crack on my chest
And you gazed at one another
With something you had never shown me
Or even cared to
Your body seemed so warm just then
But I felt so cold
Because you were embracing someone you thought beautiful
While I was left feeling ugly and old
You caressed their face with your hands
The same hands that were so kind to me
And you slowly took their lips to yours
The same lips that said ‘I love you’ to me
This moment just never seems to end
To your pleasure
For my pain
And you ignored the one you originally had
And only gazed out to someone else instead
And as I watched this whole affair
I started to drown in my own despair
There was nothing I could do but admit to myself
That there had never been any hope for you and me
Because you looked at someone else today
Just a BalloonDear Dad,
It was nice at your Parents Daughters Day and I love you. But why did you let me get onstage with those little kids? I wanted to see the magician. I know I said that. But you shouldna let me! Maybe you couldn't help it. I know you love me. But when that awful old man handed us balloons, you shoulda come and got me!! You know I don't know how to blow up balloons!!! And it was some kinda race!!!! I coulda died!!!!! So next time, don't let me get on any stage, any where.
I'm glad you liked what is called "Parent-Daughter" day at the power plant. Even if you couldn't get your balloon going, you should be proud of how gracefully you handled the problem. I am. You tried and tried. That's what people do all their lives if they want to amount to something. Like you, they keep trying and trying. I'm so proud of you, I gave your letter to the clerk who prints the plant's newsletter. They're going to include it in the next o
How to be Creatively Cliche in 13 Ways1.) Make sure you will not break any of these rules.
2.) Punctuation makes all the difference! For example, "Let's eat, Rebecca!" can be changed to "Let's eat Rebecca!" if a single comma is removed. Use punctuation to save Rebecca's life. An exception can be made if Rebecca has already been eaten and is now stewing delightfully in your stomach acid.
3.) you must not write like this, or change the font face in an attempt to make the writing unique. no. the font doesn't change what you are trying to convey. and it's far too overdone to be unique. unless you're feeling verdana one day and courier the next. then by all means, do what you wish.
4.) Instead, alTERnatE beTWeen WrITiNg iN CApS and lOwERCaSE tO BothEr yOUR reaDEr. If you already do this, consider WRITING IN ALL CAPITALS TO INTIMIDATE BOTH YOUR FRIENDS AND ENEMIES.
5.) writing in all small text either tells the reader you are feeling small, or you feel your voice will never be heard. it's also used quite often.
6.) However, that
Just RightThey called me The White Whale.
I dreamed about carving off my blubber,
or perhaps learning to breathe
for only minutes at a time
so I could sing,
because whales are elusive.
The ocean is vast. I could have lived
without another pinch, another poke, another
he only loves you for your tits. Get a tan,
go for a jog, are you gonna eat
Their harpoons were steady.
They had no remorse and a friend told me,
I just want you to be healthy. She braided my hair,
complimented the color, my blue eyes,
said there was a mermaid
hiding in my bones,
I started smoking the next day.
I used to pace from the cabinet
to the basement with an armful of treats,
now I hid behind the shed and guzzled
black coffee, green tea, THC,
the giddiness vibrant,
the first person to notice
said he didn't know I could look so good.
I found my cheekbones, unearthed my scales,
glittered and flitted and swam in schools
of fish with gaping mouths,
Krea. Oh, Krea.
You could be a model now.