April 2009
5 posts
I want words to rhyme
And the world to matter
But between the two
I prefer the latter
Sometimes I dream. I dream of him, of her. Of him and her together. I dream of them touching and kissing the way we do together. When I wake up I wonder if he thinks about me when he’s kissing her, or if he thinks about her when he’s kissing me.
I don’t say these things when I see him. Time is to precious to waste on petty fears. I try and convince myself that it never happens,...
I ran into my room and slammed my door. I couldn’t help but cry. I kept crying. I didn’t think any one human being could cry this much. There were so many tears. Endless tears. I thought tears ended after a certain amount of them were cried. I always figured they were like banks. And you had so many. People would work for them, happy moments was a job for tears. You had happy moments...
I was dropped of in the middle of the desert when I was 6 years old and told to continue walking straight for 2 miles by men in identical uniforms and with big black guns. It was me and a truckload of other children, all they gave us were individual bottle of water, barely enough to last us. There were a couple older children in our group, the oldest at most 14 years old. We walked in the intense...
It all happened during the financial panic of 2015. Every little girl dressed in perfectly pleated navy blue skirts, pristine white blouses, and who had braids adorned with silk ribbons and every little boy wearing his recently ironed trousers and dress shirt are well educated in how the United States went from democracy to dictatorship. Even I, a child of the rebellion, was quickly trained to be...
February 2009
1 post
She saw him there, walking in the outskirts of the community just the way he used to. His limbs, long and toned, would move with the utmost grace and care. Which seemed almost ridiculous to her… why would he be walking in enemy territory trying to keep a nice appearance? Not even she wanted him here anymore.
This angered her. She had to get to the bottom of this. Why? Why was he back,...
January 2009
1 post
Ever since I’ve been here they’ve asked me lots of questions. So many I’d be able to cover the Great Wall of China with them. Pretty cursive letters written in blood on old stone. Is that how my life will be remembered? By the questions they ask and that I rarely have coherent answers for?
The questions began with simple things about my human life. The one that I remembered of...
December 2008
7 posts
Elliot curled up under her quilt. The quilt that her mother made her when she was still pregnant and in love. Yeah, that one. Elliot tried to pull the feelings she lacked from it. Where was the love? Where was the love she once felt?
Tommy had disappeared so long ago. She wasn’t quit sure what had sparked her interest in the boy once again. Maybe it had something to do with Logan bringing...
One Day
The sky in Paris was absolutely splendid, but it took a turn for the better at night. May was in absolute awe, her bright teal eyes locked on the stars. Eileen walked up beside her, leaning in on the balcony railing. “Wonderful, no?”
“I never want to leave here. Ever.”
Eileen giggled softly, “Things are never as great as they are the first time.” The girl...
I'll never stop thinking
Daniel frowned as he opened his door. The last person he had expected to see at his door was staring at him with a crazed expression on her face. “You look like a fucking teenager.” Elizabeth didn’t say anything. Instead she continued to stare into his eyes. “What?”
“Can I come in?”
Daniel shook his head, “I don’t have time for this right...
Love is
“You know when you fall in love Elizabeth,” Peter said, looking at the floor. He couldn’t believe he was telling his aunt what love was, and she couldn’t believe she had missed it all along.
“How?” she whispered.
“You feel empty without them by your side. You’re never as filled with emotion, good or bad, when they’re not around.”
...
Same Thing
Elizabeth sighed and took a seat on the edge of May’s bed. “That’s not what I was asking Mae. I was asking if you’ll be able to do it. Hurt someone you love.”
Mae looked down at her hands, “You learn to not love.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and stood. “I call it pretending to forget. Either way, it’s the same thing.”
Piano
The old antique piano was standing there in the vast room. The room, empty besides for the large grand piano, had long velvet drapes that let slivers of light through wall-sized windows that danced on the cherry floors and ivory walls.
Tyler moved gracefully towards the piano where he sat. “Do you remember?”
May took small steps towards him. She ran her small fingers over the...
Photographs?
She groaned. A small, delicate groan let out in frustration. Where did all of her important papers disappear to when she needed them?
Down on her hands and knees now, she dove into the small antique chest searching out papers with passport information. A plan to travel into the unknown was about, and in order to continue to the next step she needed those idiotic sheets!
Her fingers just brushed...