a note - this is the best attempt i've made in the realm of fiction. i would love criticism as i want to improve this further.
They had not known each other for six months before Will asked Candy to marry him. He had only been telling her that he loved her for about two months, but each time the sentence gained more truth. Candy counted these milestones and stored the statistics in her head as she silently graphed their relationship. She found numbers everywhere: in the freckles behind his right ear, in his four o’clock shadow, in the way his hip bones jutted out just the tiniest bit. And she picked up the nuances more than the milestones; small little twitches of his mouth made her reach out and hold his chin in her hands; the way he said her name sometimes with the two syllables heavy as stone made her think it was the only thing that mattered. These tiny moments sloped the graph of their relationship more than anything else did. Read more »
please understand this
compulsively peeling chips of paint from the wall to my left
to the floor under your semi-bare feet
and my teeth
from a pencil last chewed before 2nd grade
until this night, Read more »
You just sat there,
Leaving me alone,
I asked you for help,
You just sat there,
I needed you,
You just sat there,
I begged, cried, pleaded,
You just sat there,
I left you,
You asked me why,
I just sat there.
Beer bottles and cans
left on sidewalks.
By misspelled hearts and
sold for silver and gold.
Already rich in fears and hopes
If pain was money then darling,
I'd be a billionaire.
Ice flakes off the cars Read more »
This is the beginning of a short story I'm working on, and I would REALLY REALLY love it if someone could give me feedback on whether or not I should run with this idea. Thanks!
I fill you with black coffee; it’s the night with no stars, and it’s the unforgiving tar of car wheels. At least that particular car wasn't forgiving to him; it was indirectly cruel to me. At times it seems that I may have been God’s intended target. But that’s a awfully self-centered way of looking at it, now isn’t it.
I don’t add any milk. I hope you don’t mind. I try to keep you warm most of the time, but I couldn’t today since it’s raining outside and I had to carry you here. I have to say, you collect water quite well, but I suppose that’s not too surprising, since your intended purpose is to hold liquids. But I wouldn’t blame you if you let it spill out sometimes; I know it happens to me sometimes.
I feel a gentle tap, tap-tapping, at my shoulder,
a showing of things unknown, pointing onward
to new horizoins, and places to go and see.
Turning I walk onward to the new places unseen,
untouched by the likes of people like me.
I feel a gentle tug, a turning towrads the tug,
a beckoning to go and see, to watch and feel,
to be shown what is wonderous and what,
cannot be compared to the wonderful and fantastic.
I, who walk, see the world of wonder.
I notice a soft pushing, an urgent summons, Read more »
You’re kind of cracked,
And your scar runs along your inside,
and peeks to the front where
glaze flakes like rust.
It ocassionally opens more red in my mouth
as it grazes the
crest of my lips.
You’re rather blotchy,
with stains of brown
because someone left
you in the sink too long
a few too many
But I don’t mind all too
as long as you still have the worn handle he used toRead more »
A Poem to the most Beautiful Girl (Version 1- Scribble) (Please tell me if you think this is worth slamming)Submitted by flaming tears on Mon, 11/18/2013 - 2:12am
Sometimes people ask me why I don't have a girlfriend.
And when I think about it, it's not because I couldn't be dating someone if I tried its
because I'm apathetic to the idea.
Because how could any girl impress me when I've seen you with
a smile that could span nations if your face was big enough?
Because how could any girl make an impact when I've seen
the skip in your step and have heard the
rhythm of your voice?
How am I supposed to love someone who waxes and wanes like the moon
when I know that you would never leave me?
You are the one girl in the world who could look me in the eyes and
see through to my soul.
And you still wouldn't hate me for the thoughts in my head and
I can't say that about anyone else.
That you would look into my soul and love me
not in spite of my flaws,
but love my little quirks like you love me.
And it takes a special girl to love the way IRead more »
Sometimes, I want to say thank you.
And, I mean, everyone.
I want to thank the people that shaped my childhood,
From my various neighbors,
To Pastor Roger,
Who I don't remember anything about now,
Except his name,
And how exceptionally tall and kind he was
When I was four or five years old.
I want to thank the friends that I've grown apart from
And the new people I've met,
Because what would I be today
If not for someone who called me names,
And people who brushed it off with me.
And teachers and teachers and teachers,
Because, imagine this,
They taught me so much,
But not just about algebra, but about hard work, and patience,
And things that we will actually use in life. Read more »
Crimson sun shines down
Turning golden into brown
Restless spirits dance about
Wanting to hear screams and shouts
Bloody cries never reach
To dampen out all speech
Let it rise, let it fall
Head to the darkness’ call
Breathe in smoke, breathe out blood
Play in dusk like devils should
The demon’s dance, the midnight howl
Join dusk’s creatures on their prowl
Cannot wait, will not leave
Horror’s nightmare, diamond sheath
Split to several, become noneRead more »
I am hoplessly,
I'll just have one more sip
and there go three more bottles.
I drink water like an alcoholic
no, worse that that
If alcoholics drank alcohol like I drank water
their blood alcohol content would be 100 percent.
I'll just have one more drink of water before I go to sleep
I say eight times every night. Read more »
I fell out of a treehouse once
My back throbbed
But I didn't break anything
It was all because of a nest
I didn't want to climb the ladder
Because the ants were there
So I climbed a rod of metal
Instead of the ladder
And I fell
The upside was Read more »
february 20th, 2013
i met her;
with a voice
i didn't know
what to say.
of winter mornings
and sleeping alone; Read more »
Or rather, you're a reptile and I'm a fish. You're a bearded dragon and I'm an ocean sunfish. Two very different animals.
Ocean sunfish are lumpy. They are funny looking. They are HUGE.
They have few natural predators because they are so large and yet so camoflauged. When an animals does happen to see through their gray color, they are usually driven away by the sheer size of the fish.
But some humans enjoy eating them. The bullies.
They are the type species of their genus. Original. One-of-a kind. Alone.
It's latin name, mola, means millstone. Flat and round and gray and boring.
And it's polish name, samoglow, means head alone. It doesn't have a noticable or pretty body.
It is very short and round, because it has fewer vertabrae in its spine.
Its skin is as rough as sandpaper
They live in water
The bearded dragon is very different. They are long and skinny.
They change colors all the time, sometimes predictably, sometimes not.
They have ruffs of spikes around their necks. The spikes look sharp, but if you are brave enough to touch them, they are soft and smooth.
When you put them on the front of your shirt the cling on and won't let go for anything. If you pull them off to quickly, they bite.
They have soft throats
They nod their heads repeatedly to tell other dragons "I'm right, I'm right, I'm right."
They wave their hands to tell other dragons "Fine, fine, fine, you win" Read more »
What is this despair, that sweeps over me,
well, I think it's the absence,
The absence of the fall leaves,
branches are bear, nothing clinging to the trees
And there is a horrendous wind,
I say goodbye to my precious fall breeze.
It feels like winter, but there is no snow,
In my oppinion that's kinda depressing,
there's nothing to do, there's no where to go,
Nothing catches my attention, no beautiful gleam,
it seems we're in between seasons
There is nothing, for which I am too Keen.
So I spread my arms out wide, and yell to the sky,
I'm ready for snowflakes, let the frozen rain fly,
Waiting in anticipation, I won't give up,
just hurry and make the earth white,
so that I can leave this annoying rut.
Something unique that I can do is focus on something really really hard and drown out all the noise around me. It’s not that I can’t hear my surroundings anymore, but that my thoughts are way louder than my surroundings. I can hear my surroundings, but the sound is a lot quieter than usual and I instantly forget about what I heard. This might sound strange, but I can do it sometimes when I’m really focused. When I’m focusing that hard, it’s usually when I’m taking an important test or watching a very close sports game.
The indents created with
line the rises and falls of the sun tinted matress.
We took the sheets away, but I can
Still see you in those light blue covers. Read more »
Women are like books,
Judge them by their covers
Or just take no interest.
Some you start to read and never finish,
And some you read once and never read them again.
There is the one you read, and read,
And you can’t put it down.
You don’t care about the cover either,
It’s what’s within the book you adore.
The paper lantern was a memory, of a place
that was no longer reality, of a light
that became too dim. She held the fragile
lantern gently and lifted it to the sky
where it floated away like a
boat carried by water. The golden candle flame
reflected on glass, so distant yet so close,
like the sun, then a star; a thought
too far away to grasp.
She remembered the paper lantern,
and the memories she cast away with it.
But the lantern's journey became arduous,
and the candle glow too bright.
As flames caught thin paper, Read more »
Today I recieved a message from an old friend.
After eight months of not talking to one another
not a word, I find a message in my inbox.
Simply reading "sup?"
After eight months of not talking you greet me like
nothing has happened and it's amazing and I love it.
Greet me like a friend you see in the hallway every day.
Greet me like eight months haven't passed and we're still close.
Greet me like we've been having our odd conversations every night,
like we're both still begging for attention and somehow
we both agree to give it.
Greet me like the date scene we wrote together was last night,
and we're still trying to figure out how we could make the relationship work even though
my character is metaphorically restricted
and maybe I do regret not having them become boyfriend and girlfriend.Read more »
I only wanted to paint a picture
Prettier than the rest
Wanted to make my mama proud
I wanted to do my best
I’m always last
All by myself
So that’s when I did choose
To take the box off of the shelf
I’ve got nothing to lose
I said inside my mind
The beach was calmer than most nights, the smell of seawater in the air. I was used to the smell, the burning sensation of salt water against my throat, the stinging in my eyes, the sand clinging onto my jeans as I lean back next to the reeds. I know I am not supposed to be out here. I am not allowed to even leave the house after eight, but something makes me sneak out every night to watch the last five minutes of the sunset. But what comes after the sunset is the best. Pitch dark sets in, and the only noise is the sound of the waves. The sand gets cool, and it gives me goosebumps even though I’m in a sweater. I see a boy running down the beach.
“Sam?” I yelled, recognizing the way he walked, his baggy clothes. It’s funny how after so long you know someone so well that their silhouette Read more »
Could you hold me up for a while
With your arms or your heart,
With my hearing impaired, my
Limbs torn apart?
Could you lend me a kiss,
Or perhaps three of four,
I promise tonight
I won’t need any more.
And please let me feel real,
to hold my smile so brightly when you are around.
Let me steal you away from that world
With sounds so loud. Read more »
I don’t care if I’m different,
because originality is my flow.
But according to statistics, I really don’t know.
How different am I from all these other girls?
Or boys [in fact], in which [our thoughts] our cares are endless swirls.
rate or date?
Smash? He'll pass anyway…
Check out her ass,
listen to her sass.
She killed my vibe...[and]
I nearly tried Read more »
Their veins are woven 'round the well
devils got a friend to show the way to hell.
and her smiles wrought with anger
and her voice is paper thin.
But her brown eyes just get bigger
when her head is caving in.
Baggy jeans and narrow stairs.
Bright red lips and cigarettes
and baby girls who left the world
in search of daddys goodnight kiss.
Children stared into the sun
and fried their eyes and burnt their tounges.
My girl is muted, blind and deaf
bones filled with light when theres none left
the sun will set and light the face;
the big wide world-the whole damn place.Read more »
Suddenly, 10 cats bounded out of the fog. “Their catching up!” one of
them screamed. A red cat stopped. “We’ll make our last stand here. Try
to save the refuges some time.” The other cats stopped running and
came as close as they would dare to the fog. Suddenly they heard
screaming. “Oh no!” one of the cats wailed. “We must have ran in front
of them while we were all in the fog!” the red cat sighed. “Well don’t
just stand there, help them! They charged into the fog. They raced in
the direction of the howls that pierced the night air, but soon they
stopped. They wandered around, trying to find where everybody was.
Eventually, the sun came up, the fog disappeared, and the group could
see bodies far in the distance. They got there as soon as they could,
but they found no survivors. The red cat closed his eyes and bowed his
head. “I can’t believe we lost.” He started crying. “We are the last
ones!” a grey cat with darker gray stripes walked up. “I might be able
to heal a few.” He said. The red cat wailed. “What are you talking
about? They’re dead!” the gray cat sighed. “I’m the strongest healer
there is. And if there are a few little ones that don’t have a lot of
wounds, I might be able to do it.” His eyes were serious. The red cat bowed his head. “fine. We’ll try it.”
The loveliness of the season,
makes me smile through my eyes,
People come from far and near,
to see the green leaves, put on their red and yellow disguise
The wind whispers comforting thoughts,
of snow soon to come,
All I want to do is go outside and play
I want to jump, I want to skip, I want to run!
the sun shines, this time of year,
which makes my heart skip a beat,
it's such a delight in Vermont,
It's such a marvelous treat!
There is no more rain, that threatens to damper my mood,
and there are apple cider doughnuts close by
A yummy snack food.
Fall is my favorite season,
And you can tell why by looking outside,
Fall makes the air crisp and lovely,
That's why it's my seasonal prize.