Going Mad is Just Crazy Talk .So, there was this little chunk of stuff left over,More Like This
From the day we went our separate ways.
If you could really call it a chunk.
Maybe glob would be more appropriate.
Anyways, this glob was not going to be very impressive,
When you finally decided to acknowledge me again.
Besides, it's nothing compared to what you're used to seeing, now is it?
And I've been so afraid all this time that you would notice it, notice me.
Notice how simply globbish I've become.
Yes, I think that word fits very well, under the circumstances.
So, when you approached me for the first time in months,
And everything boiled down to you and me,
And you looking at me,
Well, I simply side-stepped and left, without a word.
You're quick, but I'm determined, and just a tad more suspecting.
Not to say that you're slow or anything.
[But who am I kidding, that insult was completely intentional.]
You didn't follow when I fled, because you trusted my judgment, foolishly.
And, if I didn't think it was right for us to speak a
Burnt MemoriesAmanda Gaiden walked through what was left of the two story building that was burnt down one year ago. The stairs where sturdy enough to climb up, and she did, with great caution. She walked passed what looked to be the master bedroom, the only thing left were the tops of the curtains, the rest charred and burned away. She had to watch her feet though, to avoid the trash on the floor; an empty spray paint can, a bag of chips, broken glass.More Like This
She walked past all this and into the bedroom at the end of the hall. There was a small bed frame in the corner of the room, small and burnt, the matress long gone. There was a toy, hidden behind the bed frame, under a layer of ash. It was a stuffed teddy bear; it's ear ripped off, stuffing falling out of it...
It was late, and she was tired after a long day of work. "Read a bed-time story, mommy!" her daughter begged, bouncing up and down, her legs folded across one another. "Please please please!!!"
"Only if you calm down!" she replied, smiling
Hello, my name is _____I've spent countless lifetimes trapped inside a perfect box.More Like This
Our eyes all matched, our skin, our socks.
The rain it came, at perfect call.
But there was hardly excitement, if any at all...
I dreamed of days spent in torment and hatred.
Wars fought over differences...
Wars fought over purpose!
Now we know- there is no heaven or hell...
Because we've beat death, and our roots as well.
We're the sickest thing one could possibly be.
We exist without a you or a me... We are only we.
You searched for a reason?
You were blind all the time!
Oh, I must go now, it's nine: time to dine.
ScarsWhen I wake up I will be bitter and jealous and you will beMore Like This
smiling at me. I know I've no reason to envy you, or at least, so you think. There is no reason I should envy your loss, your pain. Nothing has ever gone right for you and has instead shattered, leaving you with scars. Hundreds of tiny, almost invisible scars, some deeper than anyone could have thought, some with shards still embedded.
But you smile at me as I slowly sleep the time away, thinking that I will never know the pain you have suffered.
One day I will wake up and trace your ugly, beautiful scars, and look up at you with jealous eyes because I know they mean that you had a chance to really live.
eleven is an odd number01.More Like This
today i saw you and wanted to cry.
you approached me and asked what was wrong
and i just shook it off and said nothing.
you smiled and walked away,
completely unaware that you were what was wrong.
you spend your weekends in different gardens
picking different flowers and not the pretty kind either.
when i was sixteen my mother always said that she was too young to be a parent. she would joke about how i better not knock up any girls because she's definitely too young to be a grandmother. i always told her that she had nothing to worry about, which i knew was the truth.
i know this story.
youre one of the only ones who does, arent you?
i was also one of the only ones who would talk to you, listen to you and bring you soup when you got sick. i was one of the only ones who didnt give away your hiding spot when you disappeared for those three days and one of the only ones who was willing to run away with you.