Last night I met a stranger
As I dangled on the edge
Of what felt like existence
I held onto his strong arms
As he tenderly caressed
My frightened and hopeless face
Whispering the words, “You’re safe”
I didn’t know who he was
But I knew who he wasn’t
And it frightens me a lot
Because my knight wasn’t you
Scratch the white wall until there are trails
Just like a heart that is torn into pieces
Bang the white wall until the room shakes
Just like the mind you have messed up
Kick the white wall until there are footprints
No matter how hard I try, I can’t erase it
Sit down behind the white wall
Until I forget how to breathe
The sharp laughter of the careless
Never fail to fill the soul will sun and flowers.
Wet kisses on the cheeks of blood
And smiles for miles across thousands of seas
Desires for the kind of affection
That stops light and opens hearts
The air fills with smoke, but not with fire.
Follows gravity like a river but a painful kind of drier.
Flower petals - bellwart - and dead leaves rain from the crooked trees beneath the empty sky.
Familiar without comfort, but still nothing to abide by.
Clouds like weights press on bruised ribs and broken bones.
An existence entirely composed of glass houses and throwing stones.
A goodbye far too brief, a wispy almost-touch of the hand.
Charcoal smudges on fingertips, the only smile unplanned.
No one ever knows anything. Did you know that?
It’s a wait for the sun to set at midnight.
Somehow, maybe tonight.
And until then, I’ll write.
This was why she never liked the idea of opening up to people. She always ended up in the same situation in every single relationship she’s had. She would either hurt the other or vice versa. Although in whichever situation, she would always be the one who ends up hurting. She’s always had a trouble maintaining relationships. She never understood them. She could never grasp the idea of commitment and relationships, most especially why they were of utmost importance. People always ended up hurting each other, she observed. What good is that? Are humans innately masochistic and sadistic at the same time, that they insist on relationships that hurt? Ruthless, cruel, cold.
She had let her thoughts and emotions mix again. They were never of a good combination. Nothing pleasant came out of it, that she was sure. She sought the sea once more. She sighed, it was one of relief. It was still there, she murmured, the sea is still here. She was running away again. She was hurt. No, not physically; that was such a shallow type of pain. Hers ran deep; deeper than she would like. It wound her from the inside, but she did not bleed. How could she? It was not possible to bleed emotions. But that was where she hurt. She regretted ever opening up to them. They played her like a doll; once broken, is quick to be thrown aside like an insignificant piece of garbage. She cursed herself for letting herself get toyed with, again. Just when she thought she had finally found people to accept her for who, for what, she really was. How naïve, she mused. Her idiocy was clearly extraordinary.
Why entrust your heart to such changeable creatures? They are undeserving of such a gift. The sea, she thought. Entrust your heart to the sea. She turned her head slowly, contemplating on the gravity and repercussions of her decision. She walked slowly toward the waters; she could feel them rise up, apprehensive. Hush now, she murmured. The waves slowly died down in obedience, retreating from the rocky shore back into the sea. Everything had descended into a mere whisper. The waters were silent, the wind died down, her heart slowed; but nothing was still, for anticipation clung to the atmosphere weighing it down. She took a step toward the water. It welcomed her with the gentle lapping of the waves unto her skin. She had decided.
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Submitted by on-writtenspace
..the world as we knew it, will become the world as we knew it. I suppose the locked plasters will rip open and beneath, the invaders will ooze out and undergrow the city. It will get strangled by green chains, soon crashing into pieces.
With eyes wide open and gasping mouths will we be watching. But weren’t we the ones “possessing” the happening, “controlling” the effects such as “changing” our goals once too often? WE overgrew the planet, burning it, till death do us part.
Oh right, I forgot. Sorry -I mumble
Death partes us, it did. All we ever where, were ghosts roaming the centuries. Oh how foolish we were, believing..
Ugh, but believing, what does that even mean, when there’s no god to save us? -I reason
..that just we humans could live forever.
But I’d like to mention one last time that intelligence does not mean being intelligent. -I should know
We who invest,
with no hopes of profitable return,
in this shapeless, heartless, lump
of twisting concrete, steel, and lamplight,
that whirls like smoke above the fires of time,
we have welled up this monolithic specter
from the black bottoms of our own guts like vomit,
so that we may devour it in a great thirst.
You of ruddy mind and barely tangled here- there
life with borrowed tiesHonest, I don’t mind the bodice you found where you thought you were born
your eyes are too good
my bones are too thin- thin enough to fit(I want to wind your cadence around my waist
bridge to my hips so when peaches get too much
I can walk alone at night and still feel sweet)
or maybe its your heavy pulse that
sleep with nomadic river bed
life lines that make me curl between your thumb
Innocence requires no coffin,
no grave dug six feet deep for body,
insects feast not on innocence flesh,
robbers of graves will find no bones,
tombstone spot marking seen on no map,
maturity will gain no chance to dance on innocence grave,I search and search and search,
lost in memories,
lost in decisions,
both poor and intelligent,
hoping to find moment
or series of moments
like a person dying of disease
slow
painful?
(at times)
but nay
no answers found
no precision of death
just a life lived and regretted
(at times)and I wonder
if one can resurrect
the intagible?
We visited our third planet yesterday. It was the first one we had found with intelligent life. Kind of.
Glavkosmos’ photos had revealed a mucky green ball with packing peanut clouds that passed over the horizon and disappeared into the world’s green edge. Just looking at the photos made you gag. It was like looking at a massive clod of mold, or rotting Play-doh, or just plain shit.The country was going crazy, for the millionth time, heavily regretting shutting down our manned mission program. The Chinese were laughing their asses off. Old Mother Russia had beat out the Americans once again.
So the Baikonur Cosmodrome sent out a manned space shuttle from the Pluto base with their finest anthropologists, engineers, astrobiologists, you name it. I was a lucky culture specialist (technical term for “one who watches lots of movies”) that got put on the program last minute, thanks to my dual citizenship. Meanwhile, the President was kicking himself. He called my team and spoke to us personally, asking us to keep NASA informed of any developments. I told him to fuck off.
We landed on Draco 188, informally known as ShitBall, after a 10-year journey that dwarfed every road trip ever in the number of utterances of “Are we there yet?” Luckily, for most of the trip we were stoned out of our minds.
Submitted by slinkylanguage
