Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
How many

T
    E
        A
            R
                S

                   ago

                           Did I say I'd stop crying?
 Oct 2014 Dev A
Victoria Rose
When I was a young girl, I'd view this world through a lense
of awe and amazement,
and with outstretched arms I welcomed all it could give.
All the hurt so I could learn
contentment,
all the love so I could feel
shades of red and pink,
all the heartbreak so I'd acknowledge
my heart
and all it was capable of.

Nowadays, my arms are just wrapped around my own core so I don't fall away,
and burn marks litter my complexion,
other people's fingerprints pollute my heart
from where it was grabbed too tightly,
and no matter how much money I throw away on plasters
and aspirins,
I can't make the hurt go away.
Apparently this is how rebounds are.

I guess I've never loved enough,

To ever have one on a crush.

Well I've never been in love.

I can surely say though,

That I love this one very much.

His face is ingrained into my mind.

The familiar name scribbled on my heart.

How long will it try to tear me apart?

Whenever I see him,

Real or in pictures,

That is when my heart bursts.

At random times my heart aches.

I literally feel it crying in my chest.

My brain also won't let me forget.

I will always love that one.

I did, I do and I still will carry on.

Now someone else though,

Threatens to steal his place.

I don't want to let him in,

But I can tell he's creeping in.

I can tell that it would be nice,

But he has nothing on him.

I can daydream both of them up.

He is still my number one.

Seeing his picture,

Is what makes my heart swirl.

It must be curiosity.

I've heard about rebounds.

Of course I never understood.

If this is one then are you sure,

That they are not an evil curse.

It attacks me inside.

Making me feel so guilty,

Does it show on the outside?

Apparently you can rebound from a crush.

Let's be honest that's all he is,

Even if I think it's more.

To me right now it feels like love.

Too bad it's not returned.

This came from a crush.

The one I love.

The one I got rejected by.

It's okay, I see how I'm not enough.

Even if you said yes,

Even when I asked you out,

I knew how crap I was.

I knew you should have better.

This makes me feel bad too,

Because I gave him the option of having someone.

Someone who is not enough.

He deserves the best.

The only person I could think up,

That would be worthy of his love,

Well that's impossible.

No one deserves him,

And there's no one good enough for him.

I'm at the bottom of my chart of worth.

I hate living with myself,

So I don't know why I'd want him to love me.

I know you said I'm perfect.

I know you said you cared.

You also said you love me.

You know I love you more.

In a very different way.

The way you love me is plenty.

More than I deserves,

But I'm sorry that's just not enough.

Not when I've fallen so hard.

I'm here on the ground,

Just watching you standing tall.

Without a problem.

Never going to fall.

Well not for me anyway.

That's only what I dream.

I actually like this heart break.

Even if it hurts a bit,

Or a lot.

At least I almost have something going on.

I'm sorry but it is what it sounds like.

I want something to be sad about.

I want my heart to break.

Then I can learn what love feels like.

I know this stuff sounds twisted.

You're like, who are you to think that?

I find it twisted too.

Maybe we all are a bit on the inside.

Deep down.

Most people wouldn't think this.

Yes I want more pain,

Of which none I have.

Don't ask me to explain.

I highly doubt I can.

I want to promise I'm not that bad.

That I'm a good and nice person.

I don't know if I can.

In not sure if it would turn out to be a lie.

I want to stop thinking of this other person,

In this way.

I only want the one I really love.

The one who I know doesn't love me.

But if this new person of interest does.

I've been trying to think of what I'd do.

The answer to that,

I have no clue.

I'd still be thinking of him.

I don't want to let myself do that to him.

Go out with someone,

When my hearts with someone else.

I don't know how to stop it.

Some would say stop bothering with the first.

He doesn't love you anyway.

They don't understand how much I don't want to.

I never want to let go of him.

This other persons just a rebound.

Keep your head, heart and eyes faithful.

Don't let your daydreams drift.
 Sep 2014 Dev A
Jenni
Her eyes,
Like many others,
Are the color of a turbulent sea
Her voice,
Like many others,
Is gentle, yet forceful at the same time
Her words,
Like many others,
Bring kindness and laughter to the world
Her thoughts,
Like many others,
Are full of demons that she rarely shows
Her mind,
Like many others,
Is a medley of music and poems
Her heart,
Like many others,
Sits squarely in the right place

The little things about her,
Individually,
Are nothing special
But by some act of serendipity
They have coalesced
And I am thankful every day that they did

You are so much more than a collection of adjectives
You are my best friend (and probably my soul mate)
Kaitlyn I basically wrote you a love poem because we're a little bit married already. I'm sorry it's not the best but it's pretty late and for some reason I decided that I should do this now.
 Sep 2014 Dev A
Bunhead17
Welcome to our society!
Were you will be judged on your skin color, what you look like,  how you talk,  how you look, how you dress,  what kind of music you listen to, what kind of house/car you have, you body shape and size,  your talents,  and everything else.
Hope you enjoy your stay! !)
 Sep 2014 Dev A
unwritten
your love is boring,
to put it nicely.
you
fit too well,
and you write like you're dying --
dripping words of broken hearts
and people made of cracked marble.
you don't believe in young love,
and yet every word out of your mouth
is about the boy that has your mind
(and heart)
wrapped around his finger.
you find beauty in the same self-destruction
within which he finds chaos.
you love him,
he loves you,
and you are finally all you never wanted to be.

but i guess that's all too common
when you pair a thunderstorm
with a tornado.

i guess that's all too common
when you go looking for love
in all the wrong places.

i guess that's all too common
when you fall in love
with a broken compass.


  

(a.m.)
whatever makes you happy, dear.
 Sep 2014 Dev A
cresun
i was ten
 Sep 2014 Dev A
cresun
when they told me not to smoke
for it will shorten my life
i merely laughed at them
for they thought i was so stupid
to do such thing
"who even wants to die early?"
three years later
i find myself
saying "i do."
 Sep 2014 Dev A
Helen
Hurt
 Sep 2014 Dev A
Helen
I just want to wrap my hands
around your neck
and squeeze too hard for so long
that the petechial hemorrhage
that burst like an exploding universe
in your eyes, cries me a river of blood
My fingers simply twitch
to slap you for your travesty
so your head whips around
to look back on yesterday
I want to lay you down
like a spike strip on the highway
of my nightmares
so you can share the feeling
of being run over at 60 mile an hour
just so you know what it's like
when people stop to stare
at the car wreck of life
I want you to be the test dummy
of the most ill built car
and watch your spine snap
as you hurtle into space
at the dead end of a trap
I want you to be the fish
with the hook stuck in your gills
floundering, ill equipped,
unprepared to breathe air
I want you banged up, mangled,
discombobulated, eating dirt
and when you try to take
your next breath
you may know a fraction
of my hurt
 Aug 2014 Dev A
Joseph Schneider
Miguel is a boy of mystery. His whole life has been a disturbing whirlpool of broken memories. His home's a train wreck, his family has vanished, his life lays in waist... Since the day Miguel was born, its gone unseen by no one of his sinister and baneful behavior. Miguel's own family could not bare the sight of him. By the age of 9 he had been put up for adoption several times. Along with scaring away any hope of accumulating a friend. Even neighbors felt the need to move through pure gut feeling something wasn't right with this young boy...but why?

   Well, the answer lives with a man named Michael. Michael was Miguel's Father. Michael lived a life searching that in which we all seek, riches, the big house, the life of a celebrity. Given the mere fact Michael was simply a fry cook, his dreams looked distant and impossible to achieve. That being said he was ready for a change, no matter the circumstances... One day, Michael was walking home from work when he stumbled across a woman in the doorway to an abandoned building. Not any ordinary woman, a beautiful woman. Her beauty wasn't like anything he had ever seen before. Her cheeks blushed, her voice could sooth a giant, and her eyes glimmered through the moonlight. Covered head to toe in jewels, in Cashmere, in Prada... The woman without hesitation snatches the attention of Michael. Her voice so soothing, so soft spoken, it's hard to feel anywhere else but in your own paradise simply being in her presence. 
   "Michael..." The woman whispers. 
   "Michael...Follow me." She says.
Michael so drawn to her beauty he obeys without the smallest of responses. Walking through the doorway into the abandoned building still manipulated by her beauty she brings him to a room. This room seems to have been abandoned for years. Torn wallpaper, carpet stripped leaving nothing but broken concrete. Although sitting in the center of the room sits a table and two chairs. 
   "Sit." The woman Says with authority. 
The man obeys taking into consideration this new tone of voice. She sits as well, directly in front of him. 
   "I, know you Michael." She says with a smile. 
   "I've been following you for some time." She continues.
Michael sitting in confusion he remains silent. 
   "Speak not if you must, It's only postponing your destiny Michael." She finishes with another smile. 
   "My, my destiny?" The man asks. 
She continues to smile gazing her beautiful eyes into his for a few moments. 
   "Yes my love. Your destiny. I have arranged something for you that you cannot pass up." 
Michael's life has him in such a deep depression he cant fathom on passing up the words of what seems like an angel. 
   "What do you have in mind?" He quickly Replies. 
   "Simple, whatever you want my love." She Replies. 
Michael Sits in silent for a second Not really understanding what is being presented to him. Although at this time he comes to terms he doesn't care, change is change. 
   "I accept anything you have to offer, beautiful." He replies with confidence. 
   "You, will live from this day forward wealthy. I can supply you with a house and enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your days." She offers. 
   "Is it that easy?" He asks  
   "No, you must in return Inflict my religious beliefs into your first born child." She says. 
Michael, not really sure what that means, accepts her deal, for she seems like an angel of the sky. Well, as for Michael he lives his life as planned, Wealthy, happy, Full of adventure. He even finds himself an amazing girl who he falls in love with. They even get married. Now, however, things get more difficult.

   They find out together they are having a baby boy. Yes, the greatest gift to any man or woman they think is about to happen to them. Michael's wife having no difficulties through the pregnancy goes into labor. After 6 hours of labor Miguel is born. He is healthy as can be. Miguel's mother on the other hand has surprisingly gone into shock. Hemorrhaging Viciously in her brain. She is quickly put into emergency surgery. With her life in danger they begin to operate. She, does not live to see another day. After doing an exam on her body trying to solve what caused her to hemorrhage, they find something very odd. During the birth of Miguel she suffered three broken vertebrates, and her ****** had been severed. Not being able to explain the cause, life goes on. Michael is devastated at the loss of his wife. The visions of raising a baby boy together have been wrecked. As devastating as it was Michael was forced to accept it and continue on, raising Miguel on his own. It wasn't much after Miguel's birth that Michael really started to realize something wasn't right.

   Miguel had no emotions. Although medically they could not find a single thing wrong with him, he still remained motionless. His eyes seemed as a portal to oblivion. No smiles, laughs, or anything. Once again as odd as this was Michael was forced to persevere on his mission to raise Miguel on his own. Until Miguel learned to walk. Once this happened Michael started to get overwhelmed. As his Miguel was a walking nightmare. Miguel had killed three of their animals within a months time. Things were looking to get out of hand. No matter how much Michael tried to discipline him, Miguel did not listen. Michael couldn't get a babysitter to watch him for any longer then a few minutes without scaring them off. The babysitters would leave startled, leaving Michael with responses such as "He won't stop staring at me" or "when he is around me the hair on my neck stands up." Miguel had become such an outrage Michael lost custody of him just two days after his third birthday. Miguel had driven His father to the point of insanity. Michael tried to suffocate Miguel and end this misery once and for all, but he could not. Miguel had grown too strong even by age three.  Everyone hated Michael for it and Miguel was taken from him leaving Michael now in prison. Michael at that point realized that woman was not an angel, but the devil in disguise, soon after he committed suicide. What others don't know is Michael knew something they didn't. Something so evil, so sinister, that it would ruin many more lives to come. More and more the people started to realize something wasn't right. He bounced from home to home, leaving every home in complete disarray. He was the talk of the town. He was referred to as the "Devil's Child" or "Miguel From Hell."

   The city was angered by the boys effect in the community and knew something had to be done. The council knew the boy had to be murdered. If only this same council would have seen it as Michael did, when he did. Things would of never gone so far south. However the town started planning in the dark for their attack. They didn't want the boy to catch any wind of this whatsoever. So one night as he was asleep in his foster bed the city made the building evacuate, quietly. All but Miguel had evacuated the building and at this time they said their prayers and begun. Six men volunteered, to enter the building. Holding rope, gasoline, and faith. They grab the boy holding him down on the bed tying him up. The boy begun to rage, but he wasn't quit strong enough to escape the six men. After tying him up and leaving him inside they lit all four corners of the building at the same time. Watching it burn to the ground. Once they thought it was finally over, the body was never found...

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Short story.
The Devil won't approach you in his form. He will approach you with what you love.
Next page