Disregard EducationLauren,Skip college. Become Pokemon Master.
Say CheeseSilent memories wave from faded photographs.
ShushMy secret? I don't have any.
Drink MeTo disappear, just keep drinking potion.
Dinner and a ShowBird sings, cat listens. Concert over.
Now I Need EnvelopesDear Bill,I got more stamps.
Bleeding InkReading life forward - writing it backward.
Hollow SuicideI love this world.I love it even when it's so beautifully achingly lonely that I can feel the drum of my pulse throbbing just under my skin, a constant reminder of the hollow center the veins connect back to.Sometimes I think I want to build my future in the forest because the trees are so lovely but then I realize that I would be missing out on the vast, limitless blue expanses of oceanwater and the sound of the waves lapping at the shoreline. And then I think of the view from the mountains, or the honey-golden tones of the desert at sunset, the neon lights of the great cities, all the beautiful places in the world I have to choose from, but which one is the most beautiful in the end?I think about the end of the world, how the forests would burn and the seas would dry up and the mountains would crumble and the cities would fall, and the destruction would still be hauntingly beautiful because it's a reminder of our own impermanence. A gentle memory of that faint
A Tastefully Nude RefrigeratorPressing hard - broken crayon. Incomplete masterpiece.
Bullying.They Tease.They Laugh.He dies...
DeathbedPanicked."You won'tforgetme, right?"
NeighborsRemove barbed fences when disasters hit.
PassionYour touch is poisoning my sanity.
Internet WarsMake wars?...Then accept their wounds.
Proceed with CautionLooking up-He fell far down.
Six Word Story - In PainDear Tom,What's... happening...Yours,Ginny
The Printed PageWritten wings carried him towards truth.
The Three SagesYesterday blindfolds Today, who dreams Tomorrow.
for you.If you;have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.If you;have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you stillr e a l l y feel.If you;have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.If you;have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.This is for you.Picture this:Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes hard. It becomes desolate. You're isolated and you're just stranded. You're trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the viole
Bones and Barbie Dolls Hollow souls spout twisted bile over airwaves: "Starvation is the latest trend".
SWS Challenge - Week 41In this seat, we're all equal.
wishi wish the birds would swoop downand pick me up in their wingsto take me right to youi wish i could hold your handthrough anything and everythingeven the eye of a hurricanei wish i could look into your eyeslook deep enough to see them sparklebrighter than any star or diamondi wish i could kiss youtaste those lips so sweetbetter than any honeyi wish i could hear your heartbeatlisten to its rhythm like a steady drumslowly and peacefully lulling me to sleepbut no matter how hard i wishstars can't make it come trueso i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
6WS Secret Word PromptHear this secret: love births hope.
Modern ShipsNo longer do stars guide us......
Poor Henry"Ink?""He is an author""Was."
All He Left BehindYellow scarf, oil-spattered, once his.
He isn't you.He isn't wishful paper cranes,or Paris dreams during coldAutumn nights. He isn't You.But, he's trying so hard tomake me forget [ you you you
]like pressed flowers hiddenbetween the bindings ofunfinished books, placedat the top of dusty shelves.His eyes are supernovas,dead and lonely.They don't sparkle likeyour blue ocean iris's.But
He loves me.I can feel it throughshy smiles and the wayhe touches me withgentle artist fingers.[ He makes me want to write p o e t r y. ]He still isn't You.
Fireflies"You forgot to punch air holes."