If Temporary Could Be the New ForeverTonight I'm curled up in my bed, listening to melancholy love songs. I've not yet changed out of the days clothes into something warm and soft, so my legs are hidden under a comforter as familiar to my eyes as my own childhood, but I don't really mind. Not right now. Not when I'm sitting here trying to shape my words into something that expresses this feeling I have inside me. Besides, the chill always makes everything so much sharper. So much more real.
Trying to explain it is difficult, but it's this throbbing in my chest that I have no name for. It hurts sometimes, if I drop my guard. Other times I just close my eyes and shut it out. Pretend that nothing matters besides that very moment. Not the stares. Not the whispered comments. Not the fact I know that the feeling is temporary, because you are. Temporary is all I've really had, after all.
And I've always been foolish, in growing fond of things I can't keep.
Its not so much that I think the image of myself foolish, just the knowin
One That Walks On Four ClawsThe room is dark, illuminated only by the moonlight shining through open windows. The figure of a teenage girl tosses and turns on her stomach in a twin-sized bed. Pillows and blankets are sprawled across it and part of the floor. It is yet another humid night.One That Walks On Four Claws4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A draft causes the curtains of the double windows pressed against her bed to flutter. The small breeze lifts the papers on the table and scatters them across the room.
The crinkling of falling paper causes the girl to groan and open her eyes. (The sparse light turns her grey eyes white.) She lifts her head and looks over at the bedside table; a clock glowing blue reads "4 am" in blocky, digital letters. She runs a hand through her light blonde hair. A charm bracelet jingles from around her wrist as she moves her hand. The tiny crystal animal charms dangling from it glint, for a moment, in the moonlight.
She turns onto her side, curling around a teddy bear. Eyes half lidded, she looks out into her backyard watching the
Tonight I Plucked Your Memory from a StarTonight I sat on the hood of my car and watched the sky come crashing down.Tonight I Plucked Your Memory from a Star1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The steal was cold even through all my clothing and the wind chilled me to the bone, licking against the bared flesh of my toes, but the stars twinkled against a velveteen background of a deep blue so dark it was nearly black. And that made it worth it.
To watch the stars as they fell from the heavens, bright glimmers of red-gold flashes in the darkness. Shimmering across the sky for merely a moment before disappearing again on their voyage to some unknown place. It was indescribable; no pretty stringing together of words I can create would do justice to the feeling of laying there in the darkness. The streetlight casting the world in a dark orange just out of the corner of my eye, but not really disrupting the peace that I found in the momentary reprieve.
I sang as I laid out there in the dark, with no real thought to who might hear. I allowed myself a moment of shedding my self-consciousness and just sang for