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ShadowsHer silhouette is beautiful.
Her eyes…when she cries are like ice.
A face frozen in time.
A wonder to behold.
She stares back at me with grey pupils.
Her brown hair dances in the wind.
She tells me she feels dead inside.
But to feel dead is alive.
Or so I’ve been told…
Feeling alone is alive.
To feel something is alive.
So I don’t push her away.
I motion her to come closer.
And she does
She creeps closer
Like the object that she is.
Like the robot that she is.
She tells me that she hates me.
I shrug it off. I don’t care.
But her words pierce me
She’s good at it
Like she’s Ares.
But we’re a single being,
Whether she likes it or not.
She is part of who I am.
I am part of who she is.
We’re made of each other,
We’re made for each other.
We see through each other like glass.
We understand each other’s darkness
Because we’ve experienced it together.
SuicideTomorrow, I decided, I will kill myself. I put down the book I'd been half-reading and wearily surveyed the room. My books littered every available surface, with clothes, cd's, and college papers lining the floor. The antiqued curtains hung loosely at my window and replayed for me all the times I'd snuck out under the night's cover. Something inside me ached for that freedom again, for the rush of an adventure. I walked through the chaos and picked up a stray blank paper from the middle of the floor. I scribbled a few lines in desperation.
"This isn't the world I foresaw.
This isn't where I wanted to be.
I'm sorry. This life isn't for me at all.
I'm sorry for not doing this sooner."
I crumpled the paper and tossed it aside, watching it settle into a pile of A+ schoolwork that never mattered anyway. Nothing mattered, save my impending escape. The phone buzzed mercilessly fro
Bag Of DreamsI once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And while he slept on the ground
I made not a sound
While I approached the burlap sack,
I made small tear
So some dreams
Could escape, if they dare.
I just wanted to help
That bag was too heavy
For any boy to wear.
I knew this
This I did.
So when he awoke
And started to choke
As he realized
That his dreams were gone
They had long since died,
comatoseIt should have been so easy to love her.
He watched as she walked towards him, seeing the soft glow of adoration in her eyes.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," he said back.
Calm, regular. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.
They walked for a while, discussing classical literature. She stopped by a convenience store and asked him to wait a while, she needed to buy a new toothbrush. He obliged, leaning back against the wall outside as she disappeared into the shop.
Dyed hair and a husky whisper caught his attention, and he looked sideways at a young woman, who smirked at him. "That your girlfriend?"
He smelled a perfume of musk and decaying roses. "Yes," he said firmly.
"Mm." She considered him. "Want to do it again tonight?"
He shook his head no. "I'm busy."
"Suit yourself." Her eyes were flashing, electric. So wild and adventurous and unsafe. Something in him yanked and rebelled. He shoved it into a box and attempted to lock it, but it climbed back out anyway.
"I'll drop by later, maybe
Self DestructionWatch me burn
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
As the fire goes higher
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
TailsxAmy: A Broken Rose"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." That was all she could think to say. Sitting alone on a hospital bed was a pink hedgehog who held a bloody bandage tight in her hands. Tears slid down her face and stained the bandage even more, causing the blood to flower out and dampen more of the cloth. She tossed it in the trashbin and covered her face, letting herself weep. She did not even hear the door to the room open.
"A-Amy? What's the matter?" a startled voice asked. Amy looked up and saw a golden fox standing before her, his twin tails swaying furiously. She wiped off her face and looked out the window. It was dark outside and her mind was playing tricks on her. It was almost like she was watching a blue hedgehog run off into the woods over and over again in her mind.
"...he's gone..." she whispered. The fox gave a start.
"He's gone, Tails! He left me for him!" she shouted. More tears fell as she glared at Tails. 'Can't he just go away?!' she thought angrily. 'I don't...wanna see any
EpiphanyUnaware of the stares
your lips take mine in a dance
that gently caresses my tongue--
twirling pink tips tango,
gliding on sensations
that slide in between syllables of sweet endearment.
In that moment of headiness
I shut out the clink of cups and spoons
as your eyelashes blink a typhoon against my cheek;
I hear not the steam shooting froth into latte mugs
but revel in the softness of your kiss,
my breath emptied by your inhalation
as you suck my life into your own.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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