RegressionI'm afraidRegression
that I've fallen back to where I used to be. That somehow, the fours years between
THEN and NOW
Or was it five? I can't remember correctly But the feelings are the same. The distance, the fake smiles, the
laughter That rings in my ears, so false But it's fine, because they don't notice They don't see, and I am glad because I don't
SimplicityThe world is brimming with unopened joys – Solitary walks on a salty beach at sunrise, The scent of the sea on a tangy breeze. Breezy autumn days, when trees burst into color – Chilled cherry cheesecake, with creamy chocolate syrup, Crosscountry horseback riding with a cherished chestnut mare. Crystal chandeliers that sparkle in candle light, The ingenuity of imagination while reading fiction. Red roses waltzing in the wind, or gathered In crackling cellophane, presented shyly from boy to girl. Smoothies spooned from a blender by giggling children, Sloshing messily onSimplicity
The GuidesA sea of shadows, Rain on every face, Though the sun shines overhead. A gaping hole cut into the ground. A coffin, lowered to the bottom.The Guides
A murmuring sigh, As the eyes of the crowd follow The polished wooden box. So many tears shed All for a box in the ground.
One pain, one loss, shared among them, As one soul pulls against the call From the shadows beyond the stars To sooth those who cry for him.
A prayer drawn from a million minds, As the wind whispers to every heart And a soul lingers, fingertips brushing Against the l
ShadowsFathomless shadows of the cursed night - A whisper, a sibilant hiss. The rustle of shadowed silk In the slippery darkness. A bloodless hand reaches out Seeking - I shrink back, pressed to the unfamiliar wall, In terror, as the hand Looms closer, borne on a shrouded arm - The clammy skin Brushes my face, Seeking - Latches on, razorblade nails digging sharply Into my flesh Draws me closer, squeezing - I scream - Heart pounding, body thrown rigid.Shadows
My bed. Safe for the moment. The familiar haven.
Lava LampYou're my lava lamp, I told him one night What the hell is that supposed to mean, he asked I don't call him my lava lamp any moreLava Lamp
what i fear the mostwhat i fear the most: that this feeling will not pass. that one morning years from now i will awake-- still having dreamt of you --to your voice on the other end of the line telling me you have found the one. that when i hear this, the only thing i will be able to do is wish to wake with your voice next to me instead.what i fear the most
i fear that you will let her call you "sweety" even though you hate pet names, that you will hold her hand despite your aversion to sweaty palms. i fear i will catch you tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. i fe
Continuity Errorcircling around in eliptical lassos (moving from place to place) i once was found but now am lost memories t r a n s f e r r i n g . . . .please wait. (moving from time to time) to the familiar dis- disjointed disoriented dis? turn around, somethinContinuity Error
progression.She came into my life like any fairy tale with her rose petal wings and her little crown of forget-me-nots and perfection and her laugh that could make the bluebells ring and I asked her:progression.
what is fairy dust made of? and how do you dance on the rain drops? but she just smiled
(with strawberry lips) &
Please?
Emotional
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"Ships in harbor are safe,
But that’s not what ships are built for."
~William Shedd
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