A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?

Online"I have a problem."

"You always were a worrier."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Not if it's going to worry me as well."

"That's precisely why you should know it."

"I really think I'll pass."

"But-"

"No."

"…"

"Thank you."

"But…this time it's a really big deal."

"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"

"What did you think the first time you met me?"

"That's not a problem, that's a question."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"

"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"

"Shut it, smart ass."

"Then answer the q

Seeking Solace"There is no solace in tears."

It took a moment for her to realize, her tears frozen in place that there was someone else in the room. The broken girl with rivulets of gleaming diamonds dripping down her face stared at the floor. "Leave me alone." She said softly and sobbed into her hands, still as broken as she was before.

A soft sigh came from the boy who spoke. Yet, he didn't leave her alone.

"There is no solace in words."

She looked up from her book, her fingers moving along the words like they were treasured pieces of gold, each one more valuable than the next. Her tears blurred the words, words she needed to take her away to another

My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;
And I shall tell what you want to hear...

It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the

Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.

Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.

When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken inst

Vengeance"What did she say this time?"

"How did you-"

"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."

"…"

"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."

"She…said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."

"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."

"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."

"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"

"What?"

"They did it

Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.

"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.

"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to

HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.

We're happy.

Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.

We're happy.

You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders.

FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.

She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.

He fought with her all the way, telli

TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.

He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.

They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.

Diamond tears from burnt amber

Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.

The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.

"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.

She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.

"Victory is, wh

In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.

I was armed with shards of strength,

LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o

Thirty Three Percent "What are you doing?"

"I think…I finally figured out percentages."

"We learnt those in the third grade."

"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."

"And you know how to use them in real life now?"

"Eighty four percent."

"What's that?"

"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."

"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"

"Fifty two percent."

"Is that how much taller than me you are?"

"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."

"Very funny."

"Twenty three percent."

"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"

ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui

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by *UntamedUnwanted, Oct 18, 2011, 8:07:21 PM
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The rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.

So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"

The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think…it was ten years ago."

"Is that because someone broke your heart?"

"It is because more than one person broke my heart."

"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."

"I've never been the hero in my story. I barely even have a story."

"We all have stories."

"Well I don't. Maybe I used to. But I don't anymore."

"You do. You've just misplaced it."

He finally looked up at her, a puzzled look on his face. "How can you say that?"

She smiled. "Because somewhere out there, there is someone whose life has been changed, just by meeting you."

He snorted, "You can't possibly know that."

"I do. Because each and every one of us has changed someone's life. Even the smallest, tiniest, most broken ones of us all."

"How?"

She took his hand, gently. "By being alive. Every single fibre inside of you tingles, breathes and turns over like a child in a cradle in a fitful sleep...you may not enjoy it every single day... you may hate it...but by the gods, you are alive!"

And do you know, despite his promise…for the first time in ten years, the rain boy actually smiled.

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Dedicated to Sajid. To fate and second chances...and for the blessing of being alive. I promise to never let the smile fade from your lips.

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~Idontknowwhoyouknow Apr 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow, inspirative writing!

~skruffy123 Aug 4, 2012 Professional General Artist

and along came the sunshine girl, with the power to breath life into smoldering flame. i love it. the intimacy of two people talking so directly about them selves

~tiraluv Jul 31, 2012

This is wonderful. You've inspired me to experiment with the dialogue thing. I like how so much of the details are left up to the reader to imagine, but just enough so that it doesn't feel like it.

~After--Forever Jun 16, 2012 Hobbyist

Charming piece

You're definitely my favourite writer

!Sana-girl Nov 19, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

This is so sweet.

"You do. You've just misplaced it". That line is so amazing! It is so beautiful adn I dont know why, but I love it.

~haggard85 Nov 14, 2011

And in such auspicious moments, in ush things that we can never predict, love and life explode forth...and to find such a moment and a person, is to find the most precious of treasures, without concept or measure. Beautiful as always.

!DarkBlackWolf1625 Nov 13, 2011

It's lovely, the ending made me smile

~xxxhitsuzen Nov 13, 2011

There's something very quaint and lovely about these words. I admire your writing.

~dancingkat33 Nov 5, 2011

gorgeous!

*UntamedUnwanted Nov 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

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