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 Jun 2013 ian jonsan
Giovanna
Running fast, really fast. I get this feeling at the pit of my stomach. Almost like butterflies  from excitement or nervousness. But this feeling is clearly different. My feet finally lift off the ground and I started to fly. I was in complete control now. I Flew. Flying so fast and zooming high. Zig zagging everywhere feeling free to do as I please, I “fall” down to the ground head first Speeding like a bullet. Then I save myself last minuet like they do with the fighter jets during an air show. People gasping in awe to be witnessing a blue eyed blonde haired girl fly. People cant accept the fact that i am completely and simply anti gravity. But it is completely and easily controlled. But then, I woke up. Starring at the plane whit ceiling, and the plane white everything. What a joy.  I thought to myself. Another day stuck in this prison. A nurse came into my room. "You appear to be doing better since your last....outburst....and we are "happy" to allow you to roam the halls again." she said clearly not happy that there was another one to keep track of. I'm in a mental hospital. I'm insane. I certainly do not agree. I think im fine.
Decided to write a story :D
 Jun 2013 ian jonsan
Giovanna
I walk into school,
and find your unique Blue glowing outline amoungst
the average outlined people.
i lean on your locker
as you tell me how the last
episode of the walking dead ended.
as i listen to your unique voice
i taste buttered popcorn.

it wasn't an unusual event.

It wasn't till the day,
I walked into school,
And i saw you,
you were sick and your voice was raspy.
but my brain refused to accept,
that it was you.
because you were lacking a ring of colour.
and your voice tasted of caramel,
and not of buttery popcorn,
and i asked you where your,
colours went,
it wasn't till then did i realise,
that i was not normal.
and thats when i was told,
that i had synesthesia.
The rising water splashes.
      It covers my knees
elbows, tired skin;
     it takes the weight

as i float in the heat
    and my own filth
and these stark white
    walls engulf me.

But no one stays
   as the water drains,
as the weight comes back
   pound by pound

Inch by inch
    you remember how
heavy your mind
    and your bones can be
as you’re slowly pinned
     to the floor.
 Jun 2013 ian jonsan
Uzee
consumed
 Jun 2013 ian jonsan
Uzee
For a single glimpse of your face
sickly this heart craves
Dear falling in love with you
Has put me in a sickness so grave

sired by your mesmerizing eyes
spellbound by your ravishing smile
dear this heart thinks of no one else
will do anything to light that smile

the unforgettable moment,
the very first sight
when I got held by ur exquisite face
dear im still stupefied
by its gravity's might....

still do I think how I fell for you,
the incorrigible thirst to be by your side,
developed the moment I saw you,
Since then to absorb the gleam of your face,  
Dear do I strive,

I cannot simply describe this feeling
dear ur name round my heart looms
will love u till i'm breathing
All I can say is that I'm consumed...
this is the first poem
I ever wrote....
Obi
Looked in my closet
five years ago and found him
standing there
out of his body in Texas
with a finger over his lips.  

Missed you, Snuffy.
How long will you
be staying, my love?
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Tags: obi, obeah, obe, snuffy, texas, quantum romance, hauntings
A girl who can no longer speak of herself in a better light is lost.
She is so sore,
and afraid.
A loss of whimsical outlook has drowned out her ability to breath.
A corruption of lungs.
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