Hot Chocolate and Redemption"Because I'm a bad person, that's why."Tammy's words stunned Ryan into silence. They'd had three good dates, and now this was her reason why she wouldn't go out on a fourth date. She'd been nothing but awesome, and this seemingly irrational rationale for rejection had him curious."I've seen you do nothing bad. You've been great with me." He leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of the coffeehouse's mocha hot chocolate. Her expression had hardened in a way he'd never seen before."That's because I don't let you see that side of me, Ryan. Listen, you were really sweet and persistent which is why I went out with you, but I'm cutting this off before it goes too far. I don't want to hurt you, and this will hurt less than you finding out what I'm really like." He noticed her hardened expression and flat tone shifted slightly during the last sentence, and they both showed him some pain. He decided to play the card she'd just handed him."If you're so horrible, why be ni
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Peaches and LemonShe was unrecognizable.I knew exactly who she was, but only because I knew her back before she decided not to be just another unrecognizable girl.For a long while, everyone knew her. She couldn't set foot in this town without a 'hey', 'how are ya', or a 'great to have you back'. Now it seemed she rated more of a glance and dismissal.But, yes, I remember when she decided that it was all about being known and being popular. We were just kids, mind you, barely teens, when she came into my yard."Artie?""Ya, Peaches?" I called her that ever since I caught her taking a peach off one of our front yard peach tree a few years prior."I don't want to be Rachel anymore. I want to be Raquel." She always had a dramatic way of saying things, and she added a lot of, I guess you'd say, flourish to the way she said her new name."Oh, okay, Peaches. I'll let everyone know.""You're no help and no fun."She was wrong on both counts.Well, maybe not on the second count.
stay upnight flies over landsleeping dreamsworries aspirations uncertaintycurled up under coverssome survive in darkkeeping wheels in motionor haunted by memoriesa graceful odd collageprelight awakeningsjumble the dim peacebringing electricityto silent linesthe night closes shopdelights hidden by sunmajority risingthe magnificent go to slumber(dedicated to all of us who would choose to live after the sun sets)
I, (a creature of night, with knife) wouldstab minutesto slow timeslice demon fleshto bring heatpuncture decencyto flush out truthreflect dawnlightto find homestrip willow barkto drink tearscarve a hollow in herto store lovesacrifice a heartto bring favor
she shall inherit"Your meekness is sensual."The words caught her off guard, especially since she had been lost in her normal reverie: the imaginary world she lived in while walking, shopping and eating among the throbbing crowds of citizens that packed this city from wall to wall during business hours. But they caught her off-guard in another way, and it took her a second to realize it. For some reason, she wasn't offended at being called "meek" by a complete stranger. It was true, but that doesn't mean a stranger should address it. Maybe it was because of the suave and confident way he delivered the sentence. Maybe it was his Ivy-League good looks and high-end business suit. Maybe it was the calm, slightly smiling expression on his face. She didn't know. But she wanted to hear him explain what he meant.So, she put down her paper cup of tea and just looked back at him through her slightly too-thick glasses. He started to look somewhat familiar, b
petaled memories of a younger dreamerI miss the dayswhen I thought girlsfelt like roses,and the rainwas my worst enemyI thought I'd neverunderstand a soliloquyin all its purpose andadulthood still loomeda distant thundering possibilitythe open roadwas a hobbyflipping cassettes in a carthat's no longer madeon a longer mountain roadthe time of lifewhen you believe finallyin what you never knewyou believed and friendslived wide hung closeI miss those dayswhen getting olderfelt new and whenI anticipated my firsttouch of a rose
Living AnticipationWhat she craved was hunger. It took a semester for me to learn that.She was an exchange student from Italy, a college sophomore, and I was a grad student assisting her ESL class. The class was mandatory her first semester in the States, but she didn't need it. She didn't need a tutor, either.So, we were lovers.Every Wednesday, in my far away apartment in Brooklyn, we met and made. Every Wednesday, she would arrive on the N train from Manhattan and let herself in. I left the door unlocked all day, because she would never give me a time. Answering her phone was her lowest priority. All the world could wait for her, it seemed to me. When she arrived, it was always with a kiss. There were hardly any words at first, just her on her toes and me leaning down to meet her. She was 5 foot tall and all of nothing in weight, and never would I call her beautiful. She was pretty: olive skin and brown hair on youthful frame. Her ac
Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides. They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.At first, I came up with basics: wrist slashing, hanging, overdose, jumping off a building, and stepping off in front of bus. They were all very mundane, really, and if not done properly you just end up living very, very painfully. It was after those routine ways to snuff oneself that I began to get creative.There was going into a biker bar nude and starting fights with drunk bikers. And when I say "fights", I mean with a knife in my hand. That was a fun night. Everyone was freaked out and angry at the same time. They all wanted to kill me, but they didn't want to touch me either. Eventually, though, they did.Oh, another good one was sneaking into one of those giant dump trucks at a quarry and letting them dump tons of excavated rocks on me. The driver of the loader always sees you just as it's too late and tries to stop the load.
icaruslast nightI found the curve of a lunar eclipsein my spine, indentationsleft by Daedalus in my shoulders,the constellations wired stitches(dead ends)for my broken wristsóI've always wanted to see a sunsetfrom the sky, watch the cloudsfade, formless,(my fingers are too rough tocatch them in my palms)they roll over each otheras mortal oceans,if I can see the worldblacken when I'm in the sky,(incantations)I've sewn on mechanical wings andwe're just waiting for the sun to melt us to wax.
ReminisceI can't run like you didI see you in everythingI haveIn everything I amTo reminisce is worstThan to rememberMy skin reeks of your touchI smell your cologne constantlyMy mind plays back snippetsOf when you were familiar †Of when you were mineI can feel you still,Your breath on my neckOur fingers intertwinedYour shoulders straightEyes determinedLips set in intelligent sarcasmYou were mostly rightYou were always a step aheadYou had my heart even beforeI traced your face into memory
Like Cartoon LoversHe strums his guitaroutside the art shop, waitingfor her as he singsabout lost country roadsand crucified thievesfinding redemption,his mucked boots scuffingthe sidewalk.She comes outduring her smoke break—skirt fluttering about her legs,head haloed by a red bandana,sandled feet displayinga pentagram tattooabove her toes.Her fingers go to the beadsaround her neck and slip thembetween her teeth, rollingthem with her tongue,her lips curving intoa slanted smile.He stops strumming,and they head to the backof the shop.His kisses fill her up.Bubbles erupt inside atthe sound of his Southern drawlas he tells her thathe’s stopped going to churchbecause all he does is stareinto the stained glass paintingsand drift off into his ownversion of heaven.That’s funny, she says,because lately I’ve beenthinking of going.He leans forwardand clenches her beadsbetween his teeth, tasting her,and she places his cowboy haton her head.Someday, he
DreamHave you ever worshipped a glowing sunset?Have you ever tasted a poisoned lip?Did you ever dream in vainWith hardship through the rain?Gaze the turquoise mystic horizonAnd the thwarted snow-white cloudsDream for the Ever FreeFor the thawing souls.For the world.And you will realize, oh dear friendOur paths are to cross through the valley,Fill the hearts of our beloved ones.The world as we know it shall change
Dream through the skyYour reality is mine
All through the skyFor the record of life
Always YouYou're always the one,That people want to be around,And people want to talk to.You're always the one,That people talk about,In a good way, of course.You're always the one,That gets what you want,Whenever we're in an argument.You're always the one,That's never getting picked on,For the music you listen to.You're always the one,Getting invited to places,And hanging out with people.You're always the one,That gets all of the luck,But why do I care?
PerfectionFoolish I'd say, may all those bewho so foolishly wish to achievewhat is approached only, never touchedBe it in your hand, but never in your clutch.
haiku- some girl's fantasyform under satinsleeps, waiting for rough hands' grab,take push fill, coddle
I broke her at noonI broke her at noon.It was one of those fall days where it's still warm, but the smell of autumn tingles your brain as it seeps in your nose unseen. Her apartment on Hollywood Boulevard could be mine if I wanted it, but it all seemed to be too much for too little: a tight space for a big name. And while I'd had fun with the game, it was over.We'd played for months. She would never call me back, and then when all seemed lost she would call in the frantic need to talk to me. To talk to me about them. And that's what I swam in when she pulled me into her pool of porcelain ghosts of men who I knew nothing about; I swam in their clinky, creepy aftermath. She was in pieces, and I was dancing between the delicacy of these easily shattered icons she erected in her memory of them.Last night, when she called, I would not come. Later last night, when she called, I would not come.After midnight, when she called beggi
would youYou would think that kissing a poet would be different,that in that moment,your souls would touch and sizzle like fire and water,that a gateway between minds would expandinto being,and you would share the deepened imagesoutlined in words, words, wordsto give them definitionthat only poets' minds can see.You would think...You would imagine that in tiny valleysof each puckered lipwould reign the fertile soil of concept,expelling long planted ideas as they met,a wicked cross pollination of images,blossoming into new species that bathed inthe tropical heat-moisture of human contact.A natural spreading of the seeds, stanzaand rhyme.You would imagine...You would hope that even after your eyes slid closed,you could still see, perfect images of dreamscreated and those awaiting creation,awaiting that sensitive opening touch,that understanding slowly sailing outwardon the unique scent of your body,a bright and glistening dreamexisting in the eternal spacebetween your
You Forget.Doors close and sometimes they don't openand you might be trapped in a dark roombut that doesn't mean that there isn't any light outsideIt's a shame to see you go, I don't want to forget youBut everything's forgotten in the endthe feeling fades and soon you can't remember the dayor the monthor the yearmuch less the moment.You forget, and that's humanity's tragic downfall.You forget.You forget.You forget.It won't be long now, it won't be long until you're gonebut I'm begging you not to goPlease don't go, please don't leave before it's startedYou're floating away and it's not fair,nothing about this is fairand my heart is shattering and splinteringand I can't grasp the pieces quickly enoughI can't gather them allBut maybe a piece will get stuck with youand then you can take care of it from wherever you are(I hope it's nice there, please let it be nice.)so I guess that's okayIt won't be long now, it won't be long until you're goneAnd I won't forget youI w
They FallYour eyes melted into the skyas jellyfish illuminate the night,cosmic bodies, they fall to earthbecoming alien beauties.
Fuck itFuck itI have dimes and quartersBut not a single pennyFor your thoughts [ThoseRandom flickers of lightEliminations in the dark]My inside eyes play backPainful reminisces Kissed with Words like love and hate[That weird comboThat doesn't hesitate To break a heart in two]Is two better then one? Can't I have both worldsWith and withoutYour lust filled eyesAnd ever curling lips?I've found that clocks Can't give me time [No matter how long youSweet talk the hour hand Backwards]To when youSaid it or Saved me from the rainWhat if I can't save myself?What if I still need you?
Without you...I know the choices madewere made by you aloneand I know I should be happybut it just isn't so...I cannot help the worrythat's growing day by dayI smile when I see youbut don't think what I say...When night time draws around meI try hard not to cry,when I think about the futureand you not by my side..But I can't erase the worryThat makes me write this thing,when I think about your actionsand the pain that they will bring.The doctor gave a warningNot once, not twice, but threeAnd I thought you'ld think it overbut I fear you just don't see!Can't you see your killing me?Can't you see our pain?You've seen the ads on telly,will we go through that again?I want you by my sideFor as long as you can stay,I'm not ready for goodbyes,Especially not this way...I don't want to tell my kidsabout my brilliant dad,I want them to meet you..And have what I don't have...So can you listen to the warnings,Can you heed my desperate plee?I don't want to live without youCos' w
InsaneHow come we find life so sweetonce we've tasted death?Could it be that all this timewe've just been faking it.I thought time passed by the agesbut it seems that it. skipped. a generation.Standing ovation. [I still hold the same fire I blew away from candles.Wishes don't mean shit if
Into the NightRest your head, childClose your eyesDon't look intoThe darkness tonightDrift away fromThis desperate placeBrush the tears fromYour innocent faceRise above the pain you feelAnd one day, you will heal(The light is here to take you homeTo a place where you are never aloneThe dawn is breaking into glorious dayAnd all your sorrows will fade awayInto the night...)Even as theWars are ragingYou may find peaceIn your dreamsWhere the joy isEverlastingAnd precious freedomFlows with the breezeBreak the chains, release your fearAnd remember that I'm always near(Chorus)Don't despair, dear childIf you search you will findThe peace you desireLeave your pain behindJust sleep...(Chorus softly)Written By: Sarah E. McCaryOctober 26, 2012
list(en)out-of-tune guitar stringsthe pad of barefoot feeta tickle of calloused fingerslaughter lostin a maze of sheetsthe smell of morningand silence in ceilingsinterrupted thoughtsby softsleep breathingand the yawn of a curtainless windowthe sky in the eyes of a comforter-warm room, fresh blueholding all precious thingsyoudon't you dare leave mealone
Move OnYou said you didn't love me,You said you gave it time,You said you were happier without me,Then I said, fine.You said:Move on, move on, move onI said, I cared so much for you,You are making a mistake!I did everything I can for you,You said:Move on, move on, move on, girl.And I said you are never going to see me again,You made a mistake,I did not do anything to deserve this,I did not give you any pain!You said:Move on, move on, move onThere is a new journey I must take,To a place where I can find somebody new,I am stepping off your roller coaster to determine my fate,You said:Move on, move on, move onI said I am strong I don’t need someone like you,I can do better now,So I lift my chin up highAnd I say “now you need to move on”
I'm doneYou folded your liesBetween your honorYou thought justnessWould buy you timeBut sand always fallsOn the hourYou milked worthOut of deathBut grew impatientWith lifeIf only you livedAnd stopped worryingAbout the endingYou fumbled throughWhat would have been clearly seenHad you stopped looking ahead
If you love her...lookpasttired feetand the hop-scotch marksof timethrough binding fearsof the last loverto wrong herunderbrilliant layersof preservation appliedin mirrored morning tasksintothe little girlwho wants to ask youto hold her good-night