PostsChallengesPortalsAuthorsBooks
Sign Up
Log In
Posts
Challenges
Portals
Authors
Books
beta
Sign Up
Search
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Follow
Imnotawriter16
Well, you're here now...where you are meant to be
46 Posts • 152 Followers • 11 Following
Posts
Likes
Challenges
Books
Cover image for post I don’t like wine but I want to, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

I don’t like wine but I want to

I vomit words of sultry sounds taking up space but never enough

“Most want it” she said she only knows shadows

He is not a shadow he is real and maybe that is what makes him worry

I grasp his fingers in mine set a timer

Allow for thoughts to enter and leave

Never stay

Constantly scared by the rain but it’s cleansing

You can’t clean oil only watch it metastasize

Sometimes I am cruel about it

Sometimes I sleep

He wakes me

Silky red poured into crystal

Tomorrow is coming

But Today has not yet arrived...

Cover image for post I sent my teeth through my lip, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

I sent my teeth through my lip

And when it happened, I forgot. I forgot why I jammed knifes into my hips every night to the drumming beat of nostalgia. He is humming along as my body arches like a wave beneath his. I am motionless and my mind is running. I forgot why I smile at the stoic people trying to ignite their coldness into a kindling warmth. My blood signs the marriage and death certificate, you are one of us now, they will own me someday. I forgot why I gave myself to charity and people with locks on their hearts. I would try every key, but they have taken all that is left of me. I forgot as I hover below the water, my teeth through my lip, I can see the surface of my future in the palms appearing before the pines. And I take a breath in the water and peer longingly towards the light. I’ve hurt him. I’ve hurt him. It was an accident...

Right?

Cover image for post Lay in bed, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

Lay in bed

with me

You peeled my layers back like a rose

Does she love me, does she love me not

Each petal fluttered and fell

Kissing our toes

Until nothing was left to ask

And there was nothing left unknown

Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

welcome back

pieces of yesterday's shrapnel are stuck to my spine creating a mosaic of colorful feelings of much more vibrant times...

And in those pieces of pieces of pieces I see merely a reflection of my old rhymes with no rhythm

Riddle me this...

Ask me a yes or no question about the way I hold my head in my hands

Tell me why I have grown dumb against the beating waves of conformity and comfort

I am no longer comfortable in my own skin...skin...

Skin is translucent sent to self-destruction under construction an abduction of clarity leaving dumb thoughts and actions restless tireless like my car in the middle of fourth street no it's a dead end. It's the end. The end?

I promised myself I would write again

When things weren't so bad and I had more friends to fall back on and on my thoughts are still spinning

I feel alive again

I am alive again

Again

I am not a writer

But I can sure as hell write

Cover image for post nobodyknows, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

nobodyknows

she said she was once my age she was once lying on her back painting stars in the night sky but then she realised she couldn't spend all her time in the dark when she was happiest in the light

Challenge
Write the conversation you imagine your heart and brain would have if they ever met.
Cover image for post Heart.              Brain., by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

Heart. Brain.

I love him

No, wait

I love him

No, wait

I love him

No, wait

I love him!

No, wait

It's ok,

I'll find someone else

There he goes...

Cover image for post in our future, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

in our future

our hands have adapted to our environment

replaced with contraptions, buttons and bells

our eyes are now

only screens, and our minds are dead the moment we are deemed alive

they were selling memories for millions and emotions at half price

no one knows each other and eventually we stopped naming our children

because what was the point?

after all

they are only a username and password

twitter controlled our actions, facebook pages our memories and instagram filtered our image

until we became unrecognisable...

even to ourselves

our words are no longer meaningful...

only abbreviated syllables

our hands...

they are incapable of holding one another

it is impossible for hearts to beat because our blood stream was microchipped with the poison of disposition

we can't love...

we can only "like"

like posts, pictures, comments...

but never ourselves

So...

why are you still staring at this screen?

go tell your lover

you love them

because

maybe one day

you'll wake up

and they'll be gone

traded for a tweet

"liked" instead of loved.

Cover image for post I have been sleeping, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

I have been sleeping

Crayons melt to my fingertips

I am now never without a writing utensil to sign important documents

I should not be signing

Because all too often do I cross my "t" s backwards

Incorrectly dot my "i"s and "w"s

Misspell spellings spelled

like homonyms and hymns

Which I am informed are different from each other

Who knew a few minutes of sleep and no serenity could result in the total absence of one's mind

Funny...

Isn't it?

Cover image for post To Sara who said she would like this, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

To Sara who said she would like this

Dizzy children hammer upon the tables in a furious manner

Running on 243 minutes of sleep

Yelling profanity at the man whose eyes could barely close for a second

A moment goes by and I am insane instantly

I am still typing, Sara.

It keeps me sane

For at least a moment

Cover image for post Fictitious notions pound against my skull, by Imnotawriter16
Profile avatar image for Imnotawriter16
Imnotawriter16

Fictitious notions pound against my skull

Let's make up a lovely little story

In our heads

We'll live happily ever after

The end