emotitude

I do my best to keep away, To forbid myself the pleasure, That I get, from talking to a dear friend. I lock myself away, While my soul bleeds slowly like a sobbing child, Quietly, and without hope Or love. The damage I have done is irrevocable, The hurt I have caused cannot be undone. I silently scream for those that I love, To come to me once more, As I stare nonchalantly at the cold wooden floor. As I punish myself slowly, I yearn for a consoling word, A faraway hug, from across the seas. Resisting temptation, Enduring the pain, I stand alone Once more.

I was seeking aimlessly through the jars of my life. I found them in a dream, these great, magic urns, one containing butter, one, milk others filled with grains or brass or gold. I was looking for the lids, in order to cover them up but i could not find even one. Sometimes, I would spill a little and sometimes, I would return from elsewhere to find them empty This caused me a great deal of anxious sadness just sitting there, looking into the empty containers that once held my life I woke up some time later and checked the clock 10 pm I had not had a drink in several hours. I needed a drink. So, I got up and produced shirt

Heart Broken She sat there, staring. The picture wasn't disappearing; it had to be real then. She responded to his question positively; the little smiley-face in front a fake. She didn't want to hurt him…she could never hurt him. His image darkened, he'd logged off. She went back to the picture that was still up in her browser. Her vision blurred slightly, she couldn't believe it. He was having a child with another woman. She had believed everything he'd told her, too. God, she felt like a fool. She wanted to scream, to cry, to beat the shit out of anything and everything, but what was the point? It wouldn't change anything. She wou

We love you, darling. Just move with the others, Just go with the flow, like you've always been taught; individuality is a curse, and you will not be allowed to be under that spell. These are the words I hear from loving parents every day. As if I do not have a mind of my own, and their words are not breaking my pathetic heart.

Danny stepped up to the rooftop’s edge. No one walking the burning concrete was looking up at him, spectacularly drab, silhouetted by the motley death rattle of a dying day. Pigeons took flight from their home just below Danny’s position, center stage, tearing attention skyward to a useless creature’s furious meandering. Danny sucked Portland into his lungs and then time stopped; Mother Earth sneezed into Father Time’s mouth and everything fell to a standstill. Galaxies paused in mid-explosion and stars stopped in mid-formation and the Earth halted in mid-rotation for a million years and everyone on it’s surface froze

Aliens made peaceful contact with humans a number of years ago. Well, it wasn't so much peaceful contact as it was passive indifference; they didn't really give a shit about us, they just wanted to leave us broken and hungry. This was at an exhausted point in Earth's history. They came to Springfield, Illinois, landing on a private air strip and were greeted by a weary farmer. They were lumbering, dark creatures. Bipedal. Big bodies with lanky arms. He tried shaking one of their hands but they brushed him off, completely silent, in a way that seemed they knew the connection he was attempting to establish but just didn't care. They walked off

    When I was a little girl, my daddy always told me he had stolen pieces of the sky for my eyes. He said you can see the world through my eyes. And for the longest time, he was right. The earth was none but a marble in my tiny palms. For even Longer, my hands have been emptied, and I was blind.             Show me color again.                                                   ***      My name is Sonia. I am fifteen years old. I have been told I have glittery white hair, like snow, and pale skin. I've long since forgotten what color looks like.     The world, is nothing but shapes. A triangle here, a square there. The sun is a giant

"Talk to me!" The silence reverberated among the solid walls. He placed his face in his hands and wept. She sat there, staring into nothing, her eyes filled with tears. Nothing was ever going to be the same. The damage was done. The door slid open. Her meal was placed on the floor next to her. She still said nothing. The door closed. "Please," he sobbed, "Talk to me." He pressed his face against the bars, longing for a voice that wasn't his own. Tears made black spots on the concrete. She wordlessly reached for the food. She raised a bowl to her mouth and chewed. He sighed and stood up. Feet glided across the floor. "It's ironic, isn't