"Cheers!"
Kassandra's glass kissed Sarah and Monica's and they started what would be their last night together.
Part One : Inception
"So its Cassie, like this?!" As the hopeful boy shoved his phone so close to her face she could smell the ******* on his fingers.
Before Kassandra could respond Monica's bedazzled hand grazed her cheek with a forcefully flat wave followed by a lioness' growl,
"We don't want any **** off."
As Kassandra watched Monica and Sarah laugh hysterically and the hopeful tuck tail in shame, she began to wonder if her mother Karen had ever sat in this seat, felt these fabrics, or noticed the same small imperfections. It had only been a week since she passed, Kassandra however still felt she could hear her mother, and here in this place beside her old home...
It was something else entirely.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
I have everything I wanted
I have no cares or concerns
I have so many people around me
Why do I feel lonely?
This was making it
I never thought past this
What do I do now?
Wasn't I supposed to be dead?
This isn't a cry for help
I just danced with mistress death
Lady luck seems to like me
still, what do I do now?
People trust me for no reason.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
I don't know why I need this
I should have gotten past this
It comforts me to know that I felt this
I really knew love once
I remember being excited for her coming home
I remember how we could do anything together
I remember everything
and that's why I have to leave.
I have to see her one last time
to close the chapter
I have to know how she feels
even if its rapture
I'm with a new girl now
and she's nothing like her
she's, well she's not like anyone
And its exactly what I needed.
To quote an old dead guy
better to have..
well,
you know the rest.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
"There is an urban legend of a taxi that will not take you where you want to go, but where you need to go."
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"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were lost, Pilgrim."
The words echoed through her mind like her heels on pavement as she made her way to the door.
"Then again, we're all a little lost."
A simple exchange was usually enough to keep that voice quiet, tonight it was persistent. Tonight, it wanted more.
Staring at the door, she wondered if it was worth it to take the next step, one she had taken many times before.
"Care to get lost with us, Pilgrim?"
It wasn't a voice she recognized well, she couldn't place it, ever so slightly familiar. The voice itself sounded like a young girl, a cheery and cheeky little lady.
After what seemed like hours of standing in the rain, the street dimly lit by fading street lights and a neon sign advertising a St. Mary's rehab clinic above, she noticed the brightest light came from the sign above the door.
It read "OPEN"
It was always open, it didn't need a sign.
The voice chimed in again, " Care to get lost with us, Pilgrim?"
She felt a swell of courage and faintly whispered,
"No, not this time."
With a sharp exhale and quick turn, she left and called a cab.
"See ya next time, Pilgrim." The voice chuckled.
In moments the cab rolled up and she got in, drenched and shivering.
"Where ya headed?" The cabbie asked " Do you want a towel? I've got a clean one or two, looks like you could use it and i know my seats could."
He seemed friendly enough, like he had been doing this for far too long, she took both towels, sat on one and wrapped her hair up just like her mom used to after coming out of the shower.
"This was better." she mused to herself as the cab began its trip.
She noticed he hadn't started the fare meter, and she hadn't told him where to go.
"7th and 42nd please" she piped up.
"Same as last time yep." he said without hesitation.
'Same as last time' she thought, had she seen this man before? He wasn't familiar at all, one more thing she couldn't place, maybe he confused her with someone else, but someone going to the same place?
" How ya feelin' lately?" he asked like he was her old friend.
"Had my ups and downs like most people." a typical response.
" Hey now that's the spirit." he laughed as his phone rang.
"Excuse me sorry, the old ball and chains calling, mind if I put up the barrier? She gets so riled sometimes, wouldn't wanna put you through hearing all that." he said as he raised his brow and rolled his eyes.
" Sure of course." She smiled, the seat was warm, she felt cozy enough to doze off, it was going to be a while anyways she thought, why not?
She woke to the cabbie announcing, " 42nd and 7th!"
Not knowing how long it had been she asked how much she owed him, when he said she already paid the voice chimed in again,
"You're more lost than you know, Pilgrim."
Confused, she laid the towels on the seat and got out, dropping her phone as she did, as she picked it up and looked up, she saw a terrifying sight.
It read "OPEN"
It was always open, it didn't need a sign.
"Back already Pilgrim? You always come back, don't you?"
Not knowing what else to do, she ran. Heels clicking, hair plastered to her face and chest. Those old heels weren't meant for a marathon and snapped, as she fell she heard the voice again,
" Its always safe here, Pilgrim."
"Safe from what?" she wondered.
"Oh, now you're talking? Aren't you lost, Pilgrim?"
As she stood up, She found herself surrounded by neon signs bright enough to challenge the sun, all advertising the same clinic.
To her surprise, it was the same door with the 'Open' sign.
It was always open, it didn't need a sign.
However it was there and the same one littered the frames of all the doors going down the street as far as she could see both ways.
"Only one way to go, Pilgrim." the voice cackled, adding in a heavy cough at the end.
She opened the door.
The same staircase, leading down as always, with the broken railing and cheap old **** carpet, a light flickering weakly lit the way down.
This time, there was also a staircase leading up beside it, she had been here many times before and never noticed.
"Coming down, Pilgrim?
With another swell of courage she again whispered, "No."
As her foot landed on the first staircase going up, the upper staircase got brighter, while the one below darkened, this continued as she moved up until it was too bright to see.
"You'll be back Pilgrim, they always come back." It laughed.
She took one more step into the light, the voice disappeared.
She was greeted with a new voice, " Welcome to St. Mary's, what can we do for you?
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
Words. Words on paper.
Drawing it out.
What is it to be happy?
What is it to lose?
Why do we fight?
All I have ever wanted was to be close
To someone
To anything
Each time I get a little closer
It gets so much harder. I once dreamt of life.
Endless possibilities, like shards of a broken mirror, they stare at me.
Asking the same questions, giving different answers
I know this is the way it was supposed to end.
It was nice to dream, for a while.
It was nice to pretend, no more.
I loved her with everything, it wasn't enough.
I let her go, hoping she would find herself.
But I cant stand it, I can't take the lottery.
A pale image of what we once were.
It was nice to dream.
I held on as long as I could, through the fire and blames, the best and worst.
I'm going to have to start living.
For myself, by myself.
Years of searching gone to waste.
I thought it all lead here.
Maybe it did, the story isn't over.
All I ever wanted was to be close.
To someone, to anything.
Have I ever deserved it? Earned it?
It was nice to dream.
Sometimes its easier to find something new than fix something broken.
But I was never looking for easy.
Or was I?
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
I tried to write, I had a whole verse
In the right light, Rhymes kept getting worse
I still won the fight, still such a curse
Out of lyrical might, drop you in a satirical coin purse
I knew I could do better, Couldn't even think of a header
On the brink on my second letter, I remembered a verse I once read her
"No influence would be contempered as long as the wise led the world."
No such fool hints at a long December as it fries and curls.
Though to put ink to page and set fire to an age of all kinds of -ism
simply seems such silly south side sarcastic cynicism
You'd have to be a sage to guide my lines with drastic criticism
Isn't the greatest of knowledge knowing lack of wisdom?
Pay attention all the 905 to 416 crews, we live in a stereotype
Where people only care about your shoes, flair and your hype
Welcome to the show, here's the news, especially not your type
This time I decided to let loose, can't wait til the streets are ripe
Thanks.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
Gone.
When I leave I wonder
Will they grieve?
Steal my plunder?
Remember to forget
The drama and the disrespect
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Help
Not for me
I'd never ask
Help me help you
accomplish this task
One day you'll grow up
Take off that mask
Til then, I'll wait
Patience, my only lacking trait
Feel
Anything, even the burn
that yearns and turns
It's real
Thanks for listening to my schpeal
It's not for all to appeal
This is my approval seal
For life's unwanted zeal
they'll tell stories
About the times I fought for war, please
**** one and save a million
End with one last word to fill ya in.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Guidance.
Hm. Sounds like a fried trance,
Given bounds no reason why I can't,
Its your funeral, what if everything I say is a lie,
So cruel, ever stop to ask ' who's helpin' this guy '
When the truth is,
Some slackers sound so stupid,
Thinkin' David Caruso is Cupid,
How you say you speak intelligent,
When all my rhymes flow so elegant,
Then its time for you to know,
This lifestyle you'll outgrow,
Walk a mile in my shoes then we'll go toe-to-toe,
I'm the captain learn your position. Row.
So trapped in and era of transition so,
I'll pass you this, a lyrical miracle ,
Drop to your knees, its hysterical,
Those with soft hearts I'm sure your tears are full,
"Things are rough all over, Ponyboy."
So ill give you a little guidance, a ploy,
Along with a brittle and snide dance to annoy,
"Never settle without trust"
Followed to the letter you'll never bust,
Take heed only if listening is a must,
Oh so blistering to the touch,
And I know it wasn't much,
So take it with a grain of salt,
Else keep on the brain assault,
Crack a bottle of my main malt,
Down it before fighting this insane cult
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Why do I want to keep writing
Keys turn into strokes
Spectacular vernacular
How i do love to boast
I assume you're listening
what a difference i see
between those who live
and those who simply breathe
Without the choice to fail
Set course with the wind and - Sail!
This life makes me want to dance
keeps my mind off romance
which, under the circumstance
Is like watching growing plants
I've met a million juliets
but not one that could make me a romeo
welcome to the show
I'll rule this world on my own
look back on the seeds you've sown
see what you've shown
before you live in regret,
and old crone
a clone
of what you used to be
Ill never let it happen
at least not intentionally
I'll better this world,
one way or another
show this world what its like to grow up without a father
what you can be when you teach yourself
how you can succeed the prior self
I'm only getting better
never give up, never surrender.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
To those who walk alone,
To those who seek a throne,
To those who would see the unknown
To those who would see a god overthrown
I call to thee
To that which addicts are drawn
To that which is used as a pawn
To that which would forget its own brawn
To that which would bury their future in the front lawn
I'll set you free
To my love, although we have not met
To my heart, each day, you sweat
To my soul, lest we forget,
To my future, made of pure karat
I'll one day see
To your struggle, while I can't relate
To your goals, allow me to demonstrate
To your hopes, may we all equate
To your dreams, albeit a thought of antiquate
I'll say be all you can be.
To our world, how she aches
To our universe, and each step we take
To our people, and for all of our sake's
To our speech, may the tower of babel break
I say follow your own creed.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC