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SunrisesI want to fall asleep with you
and run my hand up and down your spine
counting the ridges as I go
I want to feel your breath on mine
from shallow to deep with aching sleep
and barely brushing my eyelashes
I want to place my hand on your hip
and run my thumb over it, softly
just to watch your eyes flutter
I want to push your hair out of my face
when you turn and nudge into my neck
and your nose presses to my cheek
I want to fall in love with you
as the sun rises early morning
and casts an orange glow around the room
UntitledI am the wind howling in the eaves
pacing the trails of your dragging knees
I watch as you mourn, gaze as
your darkened eyes hollow out
little by little, day by day
You do not see me and I, not you
I gather the clues you leave behind
I piece them together in my mind
with the string unraveled from your guise
But when I find you, when I see you
I do not expect your forlorn figure, lined
in moonlight, crumpled between
I acknowledge you will have faded
your drawling footsteps will have ended there
And I may whistle around the spot you have been
but I will not see you; you have not lived
So close and
I'm so very different than you
I cannot win you dearly pallid
Ivory sullen and ghastly
Face sunken in your love in me
Your cheekbones are visibly silver
I only wish
I could lose you
My transparency child
BlackYour fingers drape on porcelain skin
They blind me in the blacklight
Ebony and pale and all inbetween
Who could love another but you?
For you are the one of the eclipse
UV rays on sunlit days
The satellite to my star
And D, all of the above
I only wish
I could hold you
A Cliche Killjoy FanFic Chapter 1ZERO HERO'S P.O.V.
It's almost been a year out here in the desert. A year since I pulled the IV line out of Negative Grenade and wheeled his gurney out of the hospital, boxes and boxes of medication beside him. A year since the second trip back to retrieve the carts of oxygen tanks needed for Neg's survival. Two years since Neg himself was diagnosed with lung cancer - the specific name unknown.
Neg and I haven't even met the Fabulous Killjoys yet. At least, not the main four. We've definitely met several out here in the zones, people like House Rules and Atomic Nucleus(she really liked science, by the way). Mostly I've been keeping myself away from them, though, hiding myself and Negative Grenade in an abandoned shed along the road. We meet the 'Joys to stock up on food and catch up on news around the zones. But still, most of our information comes from Dr. Death Defying's radio station.
Today was oxygen day
Missing - Chapter 1The neighborhood grocery store was small but had everything and more you needed, was open six a.m. to eight p.m., and was in business six out of the seven days a week. Tommy worked the morning shift from six to noon, earning just enough money to make a living. People rarely came in, and right now his cashier lane was empty. Today, Tommy felt particularly moody and pissed.
His hands clenched the side of the grey old-time register, pulsing with anger and shivering with rage. It was one of those days where his whole past flashed before his eyes, day by day, milestone by milestone. September 17, 2011 was the date. Sixteen years had gone by, and today he remembered it all.
Sixteen years ago. His first glance at Austin Haley, the man who started it all. Austin had a dashing blonde fohawk, lovely murky brown eyes, and was more or less of a coward. He worked on a farm only a few miles away, and apparently needed a farmhand. The corn was growing a bit fast that year, and Austin just couldn't be
Missing - Prologue Eight year-old Tommy Sundquist was neither a popular kid nor a loner, but for an elementary school with a population of 200 kids, he wasn't well known. Tommy had one friend, Jared, and even he played with the other boys more than him. Not that Tommy minded. In fact, Tommy regarded his childhood life as a pretty satisfying one. Well, as satisfying as you can get in the insignificant, teensy town of Colesburg, Iowa. He had the average life of a child. School, play, a little bit of basketball here and there and some coloring books. Tommy knew everyone and acknowledged the fact that his little village was one of the safest ones out there. That is, until September 17, 1995.
Tommy lived on Main Street, only a couple blocks away from Colesburg Edgewood Elementary and right next to the Lone Pine Golf Course. It was the usual, quiet day as he strolled confidently down the road, kicking pebbles and occasionally pulling a few gras
Darkness As A SoldierThe window is an ordinary window, with metal slats that clang when you touch them, and a blue-and-white striped window curtain. The lamplight in the room is reflected in its ordinary glass, giving away the appearance of the lamp. But behind the lamp, behind the blinds, behind the country style window curtain, is nothingness. The shadows overtake the land and the black gloom saunters around with dignity. As I look beyond I see complete and utter nothing, as the sun has gone down and left its enemies to regroup and fight it when the dawn rises up again. One must wonder where the light goes, if not here. What hides out in the nooks and crannies, if not light. And why we must fear the darkness, if we do not fear the light. But as I look outside, I realize that none of it really matters, as darkness is still superior, and we are but its mindless followers, hiding behind the ordinary windows with metal clanging slats and watching as it marches past.
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
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