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Friday nightI'm not here at all.
Late Friday afternoon when the hum of a major world city exhales into a weekend somewhere outside my door, down the hill, and into the exhausting pulse of traffic and rage and fumes and streaks of red tail lights blur into one line, exodus. End of the week. Freaking Hallelujah. Time for a drink. Time for medication. Time to numb, numb, numb, the pointy little heads that float on sticks called bodies with bulging eyes for viewing computer screens lit green like alien ooze sucking out reason and thinking and feeling from their ears until they really don't have much left to give.
I'm not you.
I'm at home, hearing the trees sigh, watching the dusk come, hushed, over the woods outside my window, wishing I were strong enough to partake of humanity's toil which requires wearing mascara and clean socks and bracelets and confidence. Which requires thoughts that are expressed with vocal chords not keyboards and brings me into the symphony of the world's thrumming worki
I'm locked in.
Maybe a mummy.
Maybe a blowfish.
Maybe a zombie.
TakenTake a heart and wring out every drop of blood from it.
Take a brain and singe it until all reason is gone.
Take a chest and flatten it until no air can hold, no breath taken.
Take a soul and sear it with pain unmentionable.
Take a father who has lost his daughter.
And you will find two beautiful lives lost.
Take the daughter and cling with sorrow.
Take her memories and scream to the sky.
Take her laugh, her smile, her voice.
Take her beauty and hold it close.
Take her love, her pain, her tears.
And you will have so little of her eternal self.
Take this life and fight it completely.
Take this life and question its meaning.
Take this life and push open the door.
Take this life and see its brevity.
Take this life and disbelieve its importance.
And you will have a glimpse into heaven.
Take what your soul whispers when you are totally forsaken.
Take what you know, when you cry like a child.
Take what you feel is the only thing possible.
Take what the sunset and the forest and the ocean all
What I'm made ofYou want to know? I'll tell you.
I'm made of:
Rubies, red as blood that spilled on my sheets, and filled my brain and pounded and pounded without ceasing in a song of sorrow
Emeralds, as green as the jealousy I endured, that whipped like silent sheets of nails, across my face
Sapphires, blue as my mother's eyes when they were scary and utterly crazy
Silver, as shiny as the razor of hatred I learned to live with
Amethyst, as purple as the darkest of night, when arms came, real and imagined, and strangled my sense of security
Diamonds, with more edges and more prisms of sparkling light than could ever be imagined, compressed by millions and millions of years of pain in one lifetime.
Gold, as soft as my soul, when I curled with a book and read under the covers, dazzled by fantasy as big as the universe
Pearl, as beautiful as the exquisite hope I hold in my heart, that was created by years and years of sand abrading my core, that can now be harvested from an oyster the size of t
TendrilsThe smoky tendrils of the past
stretch like long arms
with groping angry
They really have no way
of touching you.
They curl and stretch
and come so close,
but they evaporate
before they reach
where you stand.
An invisible wall divides you
from all of the past
(and even all the future)
and anything that is here
is only an echo
or sometimes an echo of an echo of an echo;
less than a ghost.
If the echo is bad enough,
it seems to fill your present completely.
It is only an echo.
The present has no place
of its own.
it is rewritten every single second of
every single day.
on its own
a beautiful blank page
to be drawn and redrawn,
created and recreated
over and over
The echos span the generations
but nothing can take away
that you stand
alone and proud
in your own present,
your own reality.
Going on a DietPeople are so fat. Why do we get so fat?! It's frustrating! No matter what we eat, we gain weight! I don't even wanna eat anymore, but I know I have to! Humans need food to survive! But I don't WANNA give up my favorite foods!
Some people don't care, or they do, but they take it out on themselves by eating more. I see fat people EVERYWHERE, and it's disgusting, but then I see people who are practically skin and bone, and that's not much better! Though I'd rather be stick thin than fat!
I'm really not trying hard enough to lose weight though... I need to REALLY crack down on my diet and give up some of my favorite things to eat...
Looks like I gotta cut back on eating other humans. *sigh*
a girl with a dream
A girl with a dream
There once was a girl with a dream; a dream to make her whole world pretty. She put on her smile and welcome a change. the dream started small but she had to begin somewhere; so she made herself pretty. Picking up a knife set beside she cut her wrists. A beautiful crimson stained her skin. Her smile filled with pride. At that moment of true bliss her brother of the same birth came in. 'My god, sister what have you done!' he said in a voice of wo. 'I made myself pretty.' Replied the girl with a smile. 'and now I'll make you pretty to.' Taking her change she painter her brothers cloths with the paints he bleed. Brother stopped fighting and looked at his form; something broke in his head. Red like this was pretty and warm, flowing and dripping. He took the knife from his sister and put on a smile 'let's make more people pretty.' he said grinning like the freak he was. The girl laughed. 'But I want to make people more pretty, like when mummy died, she was so beautiful;
Eternal WinterMy eyes flickered open, instantly the cold wind hit me sending a bone rattling shiver down my spine. I sat up and propped my body up with my elbow and took in my surroundings. I was in a forest, the trees bare and black. White snow glistened from the branches, reflecting the light in an array of colours. Ice clung to the end of branches, the branches didn’t move, didn’t sway in the wind. Everything seemed frozen. Looking down I realized I was sitting in snow; I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked down at what I was wearing; I had on a gown of pure black and no shoes. The snow and ice underneath my bare feet felt like a thousand burning needles. “How did I get here?” I thought to myself. I looked around me nothing but trees and thorn bushes, I then realized I was completely lost. I lifted up the ends of my dress and started to walk, I felt alone and scared. Just then birds started to sing an alluring song, my spirits lifted a bit knowing that I wasn’t
Dark ThingsI'm not sure how to describe them so you'd properly understand. There's a whole big thing in fantasy literature and horror stories and so on these days, with things made of darkness, so you're just like "Yeah, one of those things," and you kinda' picture a black thing but with all fuzzy edges, and you figure you're good to move on. No surprises, no shock or horror. It's just another one of those things.
But that doesn't really help you understand them, help you understand what it was like to see them.
Well, in this case, there were lots of different kinds anyway. All the things that came at us that night looked to be made of darkness or shadow or void or nothingness, in some sense, but they weren't all the same.
Some of them looked like invisible things (yes, I recognize the contradiction there, but bear with me), so it was as though you could never see the thing itself, just saw a shadow moving along the ground, cast by nothing, and since you didn't see anythin
MEATOlder guy, wiry, maybe homeless and possibly unhinged, stumbled up to me while I was sitting outside of work on a break that was moving way too quickly. I looked up from my third fruitless scroll-through of some social media outlet and we locked eyes. He mumbled something, some incoherent slithering thing, and produced from a bulging coat pocket a small laminated piece of card stock. Never breaking that frenzied stare, he flicked it like a playing card so that it spun dangerously to the ground next to me. We exchanged a few blinks before I noticed his pupils darting back and forth from me to the card, a silent plea to pick it up, to read.
Have you ever gotten one of those postcards in the mail, the ones from some organization or another wanting this or that, money or blood or toys for the underprivileged? It was that same type of thing, same size and shape. Daring to break eye contact with my new friend for the first time since his appearance, I shifted my attention over to the card.
The Vow (Updated)There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. Genesis 6:4
(Over five thousand years later)
William's feet pounded the ground as he ran. The dark of the wilderness wouldn't shelter him anymore from the evils of stretching France. His crying daughter would give away any position he tried to hide in. The police would charge him for conspiracy against the king. But the gentleman that William was, his crime was far deeper. He saw the red in the captain's eyes. The captain of the guard, power hungry and shouting orders, had hunted William for a month before stumbling over his trail in the woods.
William hated that he had to run with his newborn daughter so dangerously close to sharing his harmful fate. He reached the outer streets of the city when he heard the clacking of horse hooves. The police were in full force now. Futi
In the King's courtShe lowered her eyes.
It was best not to look directly into his. Not with his power and legacy, his brawn and audacity.
She lowered her head.
It was best not to show fear or flinch whenever he decided she was not in favor.
She lowered her guard.
The biggest mistake. The only mistake that matters.
She fell. Hard.
As the first fist came, before she could think, before she could turn, before she could move.
There would be no sleeping tonight.
There would never again be sleeping.
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