Wichita I have been through a lot in my life (not as much as some people but still a lot) and I write to get out the pain and the hurt. I write a lot of darker material but I hope whoever reads this likes what I have to say. 12 followers / 1.8k words
freak of nature "selfish" screaming in my ears I digress violently now Whitman bleeding out of my ears I cannot bow seventeen and furious I am the poet of the human skin; of violins and softly fingered clarinets singing of the dirt under my fingernails self-loathing--the evil twin of guilt--is blinding I cannot read graphing calculators or the future but both seem empty like the box under my bed that used to hold pieces of my soul (or I thought it did) now I am scattered I would like to hold onto your hand (I will be less abrasive this way) instead of purging myself of every doubt that has rudely accosted me in the marrow of my simple human structure
Seeing him causes a rush like no other. In my mind, I can see him perfectly. Like he's never hurt me or made me cry. Looking at him causes icy shivers to rush down my spine. You'd never know it by my smile.
Sharp pains erupt within Me as he batters me again and again. Inside I am crying; on the outside I am Lying. I force a smile that isn't real. Each passing Second, another person passes me by without noticing.
"Only I will be here!" he screams in a rage. Falling on my knees, I pray to a god that I'm not sure exists.
Many years later, I am strong and free. Never again will I put on a plastic smile while Everyone around me believes it.
Soundlessly I creep Leaving behind my Erratic thoughts that threaten to Eat me alive Pausing only once at the threshold Liking the feeling of the Endless night before me Softly I go through the doorway Slipping away into the shadows
No one will know that I'm gone Gliding along a moonlit path Hovering over the small Town while everyone Sleeps...until I set the world on fire.
Her hair is wild. Her eyes are filled with wonder. Her smile is entrancing. Her every move is hypnotizing. Her teeth aren't straight. Her make-up is simple. Her clothes are comfortable and modest. Her energy is electric. Her passion is real. Her intentions are true. Her love is strong. She is a real woman and for that I love her.
I stared across the room at him. His lips parted slightly as he wrote his name across the page. When he grinned, his dimples deepened significantly. His brown eyes sparkled when he glanced out the window. When I looked at him doing things he didn't realize he did, I fell in love. Simple gestures like the way he moved his hands when he spoke passionately about something. The way he ran his hand through his hair when he was nervous. The way he chewed his lip when he was deep in thought. Simple and yet oh so important to his entire being. Everything he is reflects in these simple gestures.
Her hair flows wildly in the wind As she makes her way to the dark, wet sand. Her sobs are absorbed by the crashing waves as her body is wracked by the pain inside her. She stumbles and falls, unable to move her limbs. Everything in her is screaming for release. The glint in the moonlight of her beloved friend and cruel master increases her tears. She braces herself for the sternness of his voice. When he leaves she gets up and walks to the end of the earth. Looking down, she sees the frothy end to her miserable life. A small turn and she's falling into oblivion. It consumes her and she tries to fight, but to no avail. She is soothed by the crashing lullaby and soon sleeps. The liquids meld into a pastel blossom. For there is no more pain as she relinquishes her consciousness.
This was inspired by some of the themes in the book Oblivion by Sasha Dawn.