Drabble.
Your eyes widen as you've seen the world like a snow globe,
fall from your hands. Slowly colliding onto the ground,
I look at the side of your face, pain held back on your face,
tightened pursed lips. I reached for your hand, linked hands
like chains on your wrists, holding you back when you wanted
to be free from all the pain, surrounding you. Your arms went
limp, the only feeling I could share with you, was the friction
between our hands. Creating fire, that would only soon hurt
the both of us. But I held your hand anyway, continued to be
there. Even if it'll kill me towards the end, I would turn my
eyes downwards, to your broken world on the ground. Pieces,
and shards of glass stood still on the floor. You fingers felt cold,
against mine; a feeling that was always heated as we kept body
contact. I had to go, letting go of your hand. I turned to the per-
son who look entirely the same as me, as if we were mirrors.
"Goodbye," I whispered;
to the girl who I used to know, held back by chains on her wrists,
held back by her own fears with their very own spears.
Drabble.
We all have these deep scars..
Maybe we grown to be disasterous people in other's lives;
you were one of those people in my life, that came in.
It was that very first time, you told me I was beautiful, gave
me those butterflies in my stomach. It was the first time,
I ever heard of that. We were just 15, and that smile like the sun.
Those eyes as cold as ice, but the touch of your fingers were
warm against my fingers as we held hands. I've grown to
fall more in love each day, to be heart broken with the sight
I don't want to remember. Your hands on her waist, lips against
hers, closed eyes and her arms wrapped around your neck.
"It was a mistake," you tell me, "it's a mistake."
So it was a mistake, every time my heart became broken? To the
boy who I loved so dearly, was it a mistake? I've grown to learn
that people are quick to betray others. I left everyone behind,
to find another boy. Who told me, not everyone is the same,
that we're all people who wander around in our minds trying to,
mend our broken hearts.
Was it even possible to fall in love with a broken heart? Even after,
I pushed and pushed him away. He was persistent. I loved him for
that, for putting back the pieces of me together. People are quick
to betray, to judge..But nto everyone is the same.
From loving someone.
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"You can't break this heart..It's liquid."
The spring was sweet yet suffocating..Still sweet, like those kisses
you planted onto my lips, blossoming a beautiful flower representing our love.
Flowers, you gave me on our first date; you looked so awkward,out of place and shy,
but all the reasons that gave me to love you. I remembered how red your face was,
when you gave the flowers to me, like the red flowers itself. How the very next dates,
would be the sweet chocolates from your uncle who was the chocolatier.
Brown chocolates, caramel fillings, like the colour of your irises. The small details, I
began to love about you like the small wrinkle on between your eyebrows whenever you
smiled or frowned. Or how you liked to sit in high placed areas, whenever you felt sad.
But..that's where I am now, sitting on the roof of my house. I already felt the stab in my
heart, "I think we should..part ways," you tell me, "we're going to be different people soon.."
"It melted, when I first met you."
I stare to the boy who gave me the red flowers, the one who gave me the chocolates, the one
who gave me his heart and the one who wanted it back. I close my eyes, to avoid looking into
the brown chocolate, caramel fillings, like the colour of your irises. Before my eyes start
to rain out on me. I smile at you and whisper, "okay." When I opened my eyes the next minute,
you stare at me, lips pursed. "Thank you," I say, " for loving me to be the person today..Thank you."
The tears rushed down, "thank you," I keep repeating.
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:) On Vacation, can't make the usual updates.
What's in bold except the title, is not mine. It's a song called, 'I am not crying' by The Flight Of The Conchords.
Drabble # 4
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"Hey, it's your mother.." she said into the phone awkwardly on the other line "I wanted to see you,
have a cup of coffee? Or go out for lunch?" Laughing awkwardly without humor, "I miss you."
The boy who stared at the phone, play out the voicemail live. "Your father-Well, I am sorry for dis-
owning you for being who and what you are." The tears slid down his cheeks, her voice still sound the
same; the woman who yelled at him to wake up in the morning to the woman who yelled along with the
man he called father who told him: 'he wasn't normal.' His mother was still on the line, braiding the thread
nervously. "I just..I just wanted, to talk to you. Fix everything up that was ruined by us."
He drew in a sharp breath, "I love you son-" her voice was cut off from the limit of minutes on the voicemail.
Staring at his phone and palm to his lips, trying not to cry. His lover came in with two cups of coffee, "I-What's
wrong?" Sniffling, he managed to have it in him to say it; "she called." He was engulfed with arms and an embrace
that felt nice, even if he was in pain. Letting go, he didn't want to let go. "I'll get more tissues," his lover said,
then left to retrieve them."
SAVE MESSAGE > YES
► play ►►fast forward ▌▌pause
"I love you son."
Tears rushed down even more, his lips trembled; "I..I love you too, mom."
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SPECIAL DRABBLE TO CELEBRATE THE NEW MARRIAGE LAW!
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"Hey, it's your mother.." she said into the phone awkwardly on the other line "I wanted to see you,
have a cup of coffee? Or go out for lunch?" Laughing awkwardly without humor, "I miss you."
The boy who stared at the phone, play out the voicemail live. "Your father-Well, I am sorry for dis-
owning you for being who and what you are." The tears slid down his cheeks, her voice still sound the
same; the woman who yelled at him to wake up in the morning to the woman who yelled along with the
man he called father who told him: 'he wasn't normal.' His mother was still on the line, braiding the thread
nervously. "I just..I just wanted, to talk to you. Fix everything up that was ruined by us."
He drew in a sharp breath, "I love you son-" her voice was cut off from the limit of minutes on the voicemail.
Staring at his phone and palm to his lips, trying not to cry. His lover came in with two cups of coffee, "I-What's
wrong?" Sniffling, he managed to have it in him to say it; "she called." He was engulfed with arms and an embrace
that felt nice, even if he was in pain. Letting go, he didn't want to let go. "I'll get more tissues," his lover said,
then left to retrieve them."
SAVE MESSAGE > YES
► play ►►fast forward ▌▌pause
"I love you son."
Tears rushed down even more, his lips trembled; "I..I love you too, mom."
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SPECIAL DRABBLE TO CELEBRATE THE NEW MARRIAGE LAW!
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We sat beside each other, on the bench. This is where we met.
You looked tired, dark bags appeared under your bright coloured
eyes. Your elbows on your knees, leaning over with your lips against
your fingers. You wouldn't look at me, like something stopped you
from looking at me. Your lips pursed, I stare at you with my dark hues
of orbs called eyes. You looked like you were at the brink of falling apart.
You turned your head to the side, your hair falling onto your eye. You
stared at me. Those bright beautiful eyes, looked deeply to the dark eyes,
of a girl that was like any other girl. Dark eyes-Dark hair and a smile,
so those nights you spent broken, you could be mended back again.
Your lips are moving but I couldn't hear any words, I felt instantly numb
to the bone.
I could feel the cold tears slide down. Your forearms rests on
your knees now, you are leaning over. Blocking your eyes with your bangs.
avoiding any eye contact again. The words were sinking into my skin,
my eyes shot open wide in shock, covering my mouth and trying not to cry.
"I want to break up." You gotten up from the bench, not looking at me.
Shoving your hands into your pockets of your hoodie, you walk away and leave.
And this is where we part ways.
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"Seele means soul in German," you tell me. A smile crepts up on my face,
you stood behind me, wrapping those long skinny arms around me, tightly.
We stood so silently, I could hear our hearts beating together rhthimically.
"I love you," you whisper. I pushed away, and tears dripped down my face.
Shaking my head, "I can't love you, like you love me." A painful smile appears,
"I know," you whispered, "I already knew." Biting my lip, I tried to reach for you.
You painfully pulled away, hurt in your eyes and I ran over to you. Grasping onto
the back of your shirt with my thick pudgy fingers, like a child wanting it's mother's
attention. "I.." I couldn't find an answer, you turn to me. Big eyes filled with tears,
you stare at me, " Seele.." you whisper, "you were a friend but nothing more, someone
who was my missing piece of a seele." You laughed bitterly, "my life used to monotone,
then you came along and it became colourful.."
A painful smile appears on your lips. "My seele and heart is missing your piece,
but it still beats."
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Drabble.
I'm a writer too (_(
Drabble #50 – Hot, Top, Flight (Boy
I’m out of sight)
My toes are curling against the worn, chapped leather of your
soles and I’m wondering what roads you have traveled for
them to be so weathered. I’m sure if I walked across the
moon, I would feel you in the dust beneath me, breathe you in
with the stars like little candied bursts painting the universe
on my lungs. Well, I too have been plucked like the strings of
a fiddle. I have been strum to the beat of someone else’s
heart all along. And we're walking down this path and the
treetops are howling and I’m thinking… maybe
that’s not so bad.
Drabble #47 – Eye Wrinkles
Let’s talk about the meaning of life (get all existential
with each other). You can hold my hand and I can pretend to
hate it. Let’s sit together on a Tuesday night and just
mess around, tweak with the dials on our limits and test the
waters of our tear ducts. Let’s get the steps out of the
way and remember how to dance. With names like ours we
don’t even have to ask. Just break and break again,
rebuilding ourselves in the shadow of each other so we always
resemble someone dear in the mirror.
Drabble #44 – Fall with certainty (soft
as simplicity)
There are approximately 206 bones in the adult human body and I
can feel every single one chattering beneath my skin when
I’m around you. Our left lung is slightly smaller than
our right in order to make room for the heart, and I think
it’s just going to have to get used to the squeeze. I can
feel you taking up all the space in there. Touch the soft
webbings of my fingers, my skin longs for you there. I want to
love the sweet truths right out of your lips, but I’ll
take what I can get from you.
