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A Happy Poem?It's weird.
Weird that I found myself alone of my own choosing,
but hated every second of it,
because I knew it meant leaving you.
Weird that this dull pain in the back of my heart lingered for so long,
and that it was a longing for you,
who I deserted.
Weird that now,
When I come to you with my tail between my legs,
and those sad eyes and those lines we've all heard before,
you've forgiven me.
And my heart leaped out of my chest,
And caught in my throat.
A second chance?
A shot to prove myself?
What a relief.
Bad tasteEverywhere I go has a bad taste to it now.
I try to drink from the waters of creativity,
but am met by bitterness and the salt of freshly shed tears.
Everything I eat tastes of ash.
I try to think of things that make me happy,
and I see you everywhere.
I've left a bad taste there for the two of us.
And it hurts,
but I can force myself through it.
I feel wrong making you go through it, too, though.
I wish...I wish that I could say I'm sorry,
but I know that it will only make you hurt more.
I wish I could give you back the piece of your heart
that you were kind enough to give to me,
but I was cold enough to toss aside.
I wish that I could make things better
for the both of us.
Because even as we've gone our separate ways,
I still hurt when I see you like this.
I wish that I could do more than give you time,
but time will have to be all.
I wish I could keep from messing up,
but I can only help by keeping my hands away.
Most Interesting ManI don't always think about you anymore,
but when I do, it still stings.
I don't always lie around and moan about how awful life is,
and how my life doesn't have any meaning,
but when I do,
I make sure that I'm not publicly humiliating anyone.
I may not be the most interesting man on earth,
but I wish I'd be able to get your attention long enough to be recognized.
I may not be unhappy with where I am,
but I sure as hell can bitch about a lot.
Feedback and Activity Messages are AwesomeFeedback and Activity messages are awesome.
Why don't I get any.
It makes me sad.
I don't post any deviations...
Moment of TruthIt's the moment of truth,
Where I come to terms with myself.
Have I been lying to myself all this time?
Or have I actually gotten better?
It's the moment of truth,
Where the last stitch will finally be made,
or where everything I've worked for will be torn up again.
It's the moment of truth,
Where I can learn to be a person again,
And we can learn to be people together.
It's the moment of truth,
Where we meet as entities other than each others' lovers.
And I'm scared.
But I'm ready for this.
It's the moment of truth,
Let's make the most of it.
I was immensely fearful and yet filled with pride upon placing the letter down. I, a mere sub-sector 0935 of the 18th district grade Sculptor had been chosen by The Colony. However, now looking around my allocated room and workplace, I can’t help but be filled with questions. Despite being an artist, they have, most generously, supplied me with dumbbells and weights. The shelves holding them jut out of the maroon splattered white walls like thorns on a rose bush. The heavy masculine scent of sweat floods the theatre like room and the small gym mat provides little comfort for a bed. I will keep my thoughts to myself, The Colony would have only accepted a knowledgeable Sculptor and I most certainly want to live up to their expectations. I have been in here for two months and the intercom remains silent. They have supplied me with the appropriate tools, as they would not let me bring my own, and a slab of marble of which to sculpt, but I have not received word from them. I stare a
Crystal Peace At the sight of the horizon, the Great War seemed to have existed only in the Files: a past abstraction, a tumor mounted in quartz. However, only a generation separated them from those nine years in which the old world devoured itself; the twentieth century had only shown half of his face. Vicente and Alessa did not turn their backs on that truth, because from that turbid source flowed their pride, their thirst for future.
Alessa parked beyond the hard shoulder in the middle of the plain her new Ford Proteus turbodiesel, pure chromed aerodynamics, and andjusted the zipper of her jumpsuit to the neck facing the frigid alpine air, helping out his companion before closing the hood. Behind them, Saluzzo was not far away; it was just one of the countless crystal termitariums that grew, under a strict regime of orthogonal symmetry, over the ruins of the old cities, in the land transit nodes of the League of Nations. In front of them, the reality sh
Paz de Cristal Ante la visión del horizonte, la Gran Guerra parecía haber existido sólo en los Archivos: una abstracción pretérita, un tumor engarzado en cuarzo. Sin embargo, sólo una generación les separaba de aquellos nueve años en los que el viejo mundo se devoró a sí mismo; el siglo veinte sólo había mostrado la mitad de su rostro. Vicente y Alessa no le daban la espalda a esa verdad, pues de aquella fuente turbia manaba su orgullo, su sed de futuro.
Alessa estacionó más allá del arcén en mitad de la llanura su flamante Ford Proteus turbodiésel, pura aerodinámica cromada, y se ajustó la cremallera del mono hasta el cuello al encarar el álgido aire alpino, ayudando a salir a su acompañante antes de cerrar la capota. Tras ellos, Saluzzo no quedaba muy lejos; era sólo uno de los incontables termiteros de cristal que crecían, en estricto r
The Man With Mice In His WallsA man, lying sleepless in the dark one night, presently became aware of the sounds of mice in the walls.
“How they run!” he said. “What a noise they make!”
In the morning, he called his neighbor inside to tell him of his troubles.
“Listen!” he said. “There are mice in my walls! Can you hear them?”
“I have mice in my house too,” said the neighbor. “So does everyone. Did you hear of our neighbor far away that has a problem with rats instead? Don’t worry so much.”
And that night, still thinking of rats far away, the man went to bed and heard the mice, and the next night, and the next, and every night the noise grew louder, until one night, many months later, it was loud enough to wake him up.
“How they chew!” he said. “What a noise they make!’
In the morning, he called his friend inside to tell him of his troubles.
“Listen!” he said, “There are mice in my walls! Can you
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ReportingThere were times where Drew Porter’s three room apartment was something to marvel at, but today, with dishes submerged in murky sink-water and clothes crumpled into the corner of her bedroom, was a day to be ashamed. The morning news spoke to her from the television as she slipped out of bed. Today: breezy with a chance of scattered showers. Tomorrow: thunderstorms. The next day: Drew didn’t even care to know. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. Forty-eight hours was long enough.
Drew slid out of bed, letting the soles of her feet land on the cold wooden floor. As she slipped off her cotton nightgown, she grabbed the uniform hanging from the desk chair that her cat was also resting on.
“You know Fergus,” she said. “When I said I wanted to be a police officer, I didn’t mean a mall cop. I wanted to save people. Be a hero, you know?”
“Yeah I know, same old rant.” Drew put on the uniform, looking in the mi
In this life...Two bartenders were talking about some issues in life, and one seemed much more relaxed than the other. When he asked how he rested so easy with all of life's worries, the bartender replied:
"In this life, you've only got two things to worry about: are you healthy, or are you sick? If you're healthy, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're sick, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to live, or are you going to die? If you're gonna live, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're gonna die, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to go to heaven or are you going to go to hell? If you go to heaven, you've got nothing to worry about. If you go to hell..."
"You've got two things to worry about?" groaned the other bartender.
"NO! If you go to hell, you'll be too busy shaking hands with all your goddamn friends to worry about anything! So let's drink and not worry!"
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