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Eyes (380 Words)
Steph rolled to the edge of the bed, her hand reached down and she could feel the Sof carpet of the floor. She stood to her feet and groped awkwardly through her room. From her bed she reached blindly until her hands found a wall which she followed to its end. A passageway! Then, as she stepped from her room, her foot kicked a cabinet that reached only as high as her waist. Howling and cursing in pain, Steph continued to reach out feeling and probing with her hands in an attempt to find anything solid.
A smooth, cold mirror was in front of her. She knew it shown her reflection and wondered how she looked in it. Her hands slid down the glass, found the faucets, moved across the plastic counter top and then found the drawers. She opened them blindly and began moving her hands through their contents. A sharp pain struck her when she found her scissors; warm blood began dripping down her fingers. How bad did she cut herself?
Giving up on her daily routine of brushing her teeth be
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politely declining
you can't stay in the pigeon coop forever.
you can't keep dozing in the sun
       or land straight into goldfish beating like lightbulb hearts.
your hair will get into your eyes as
  sooner or later, you will have to
an invitation to jump
and
the unspoken terms of contract
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walk cashless into the world
offer your hard floor to strangers
be their home to come to
fend for yourself
keep your guard up
keep the roseships tucked in your breastpocket
retain the vision of pine cones dissected in a drop of honeydew
maintain the balance of electrolytes
feign plucking feathers to sniff soothing oils
keep the forests close to heart
to unroll the mat of herbs to sleep
with the wolves when the other departs
keep your guard up
-
what you want is to dive,
limbs spread in a pentagram of aster,
  till hair is floating like a clump of weeds on the soapy surface.
to land in fetal position,
     
       trust
    (-fall into the f
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Velveteen Cat
I dreamt I was followed by the cat.
She shows up often.
Down the stairs, two at a time by the railing.
Her whiskers trail the floor.
She doesn’t touch me, but she is warm.
 
Black, soft, velvet— she never makes a sound.
She’s not me, I am not quiet—
                My voice was just taken
She is strong; strong as something so small can be.
Her eyes glow,
                And the rat king cowers—
But she is not me.
                I like the rat,
                                And I can’t quite get her to stop hissing at it.
 
She brings me gifts,
Things I don’t
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Soft Hearts
Hearts are not meant to be broken.
They are meant to rot.
Humans can be beautiful,
But tragic.
Love is meant to blissful,
Or erratic.
Human nature, though,
Is the ugliest nature on the planet.
We hurt each other on purpose.
There is nothing crueler than us.
We can be gentle,
Cordial, even.
But that is our choice.
And you, obviously,
Have decided against it.
Hearts were not meant to be broken.
And mine was meant to rot.
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When Wax Kisses Fire
Sometimes I think things are not meant to be.
No stars will ever align; no fate ever conjured.
Our destiny is as unfathomable as the sea.
We were born blind, lost, frightened, and backward.
The tragic story of the candle and the flame,
Like wax, we weaken under the heat of the other.
A mother without a child that cries out of shame,
The weight of her sorrow adding on to her anger.
Hopes, and thoughts, that have led us on,
Lead us to change directions, and take a chance.
Lives can still change, and when we are gone,
We can look back and see it was all circumstance.
A mother may kiss a child, a candle a flame--
But that is not fate, something else is to blame.
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Forty Six
One day,
Far away,
A child waits in your arms.
One day,
Far away,
Your love will be needed.
One day,
Far away,
You will never have to be afraid.
Life goes on,
And time does not stop.
But your family can guide you,
And you can survive.
One day,
Far away,
You’ll be truly alive.
One day,
Far away,
The tide will rise.
One day,
So far away,
You’ll eventually die.
Life goes on,
And time does not stop.
But your family can guide you,
And you can survive.
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Rated
You take me and you strip me down,
Until there’s nothing but the ground.
You may see me but we both know,
There’s nothing to show.
My skin will vanish like paper.
And I shall taper.
You decided to rate me.
To take me.
I am a doll in your possession.
Though, I have no need of your lesson.
Strip me down,
Strip me down until there’s nothing but the ground.
Rate me.
Take me.
But you won’t have me.
There’s nothing to me.
But me.
And can you take that away?
I don’t think so, you can barely stay.
Please, oh please, just stay away.
Break my porcelain arms,
But I have already sounded my alarms.
I will be avenged.
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Abandoned
Sometimes we wonder
If our Gods abandoned us.
If we are flawed.
If something is wrong with us.
And I will not lie,
We are imperfect.
And sometimes we are wrong.
But that means nothing.
Because there is no such thing
As perfection,
Or true justice.
Life goes on.
Make it your own,
Do not dwell on these things.
It is not something meant for the mortal mind.
But something other.
Greater.
Stronger.
The true you.
Do not let your faults make you who you are.
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Eyes
When he was born, she saw the world in his eyes.
He was her world.
And he was taken away from her so fast.
Two days old.
Two days—
And then he was gone.
You can love something forever,
But for some reason life doesn’t last.
He was her only son,
Her first child gone,
She would never see him play in the streets
And grow into the young man,
Instead, years passed.
When she was old and gone,
She thought back to her son.
The life he had only just begun
So quick and so short
Faster than that of her own.
Lying in her death bed,
Surrounded by her family—
She told his tale,
A two day trip.
His eyes bluer than her hardship.
The world he would have seen,
Perhaps was too hard, and perhaps he was too keen.
He lived a brief moment,
And all that was in that moment
Was what he needed.
He succeeded.
You see,
Her addiction made her blind.
Her first love
Was her son,
And he gave her eyes.
Eyes to see the world.
He cleaned up her vision,
Made her see the division,
From reality and a dream
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Precious Treasure
Those moments when he got to hold her hand,
When he felt how soft and warm it was.
The bittersweet moments when he had to say goodbye,
And relished how horrible a kisser she was.
.
Those moments under the stars,
When she was alone and able to breathe.
The moments where she couldn't see,
And didn't need to,
Because she knew all she needed to know.
..
Those moments with one another,
Before they could no longer be together,
Those moments--
More precious than gold.
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Rainbow
She looked down on the fish in wonder.
Its beauty something to behold.
Its scales shimmered and were a blur,
With the colors of the rainbow.
She was five.
.
At fourteen she learned the colors of sin,
They were painted upon her flesh.
Her mother tried to console her,
They were only colors--
It wasn't enough.
She was young.
..
Red.
The color of her mother's life stained the ground.
Streak across the grass.
Green.
The color of her face.
She was sweet.
She was sixteen.
And she was turning sour.
...
Her grief was as dark as the sky,
And as deep a hue as the sea.
She promised she would never forgive him.
He killed her.
But love does not easily fade.
She was twenty.
...
Twenty five,
With a child pinker than the colors of dawn,
She found the note in the top drawer.
"Emotions come in many colors,"
She had written.
"Like the scales of a trout."
She broke down and cried.
That night, she called him,
Her father,
To tell him about his grandchild.
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Hold My Hand
Hold my hand,
Like I will never hold yours.
And maybe,
Eventually,
Perhaps,
I'll return the favor.
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Stars
They are seen when the night is its darkest for a reason.
They are their to show you the light.
A star may be dwarfed by the horizon,
But it is far from small.
A sun may burn a thousand times brighter,
Than that of any human soul.
But it is there for a reason,
To be one of your goals.
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Expectations
They can drown you,
Renown you,
Even take down you.
They can break you,
Make you,
Even forsake you.
They can be unfair,
Make you swear,
And leave you bare.
But you can do nothing,
So you go through the aching,
The hurting.
And maybe their doting won't be crippling.
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Night
Is her camouflage.
After all,
even the light can hide in shadow.
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Flowers
Flowers wither,
There is only a few that do not do.
After a while, they strip themselves bare,
Their petals going whichever way the wind blew.
Their stems curl,
Back from the way they grew.
And then there is nothing there.
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Under the Rain
Under the rain
It is wet and cold
But in the distance
Light can be seen refracting in the sky.
Under the rain
When the storm still has its hold
With the wind howling in vengeance
Nothing but a thin, high cry.
Under the rain
Watching the clouds unfold
The earth in its radiance
Seems cold.
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Happiness
It exists,
Just never when you want it to.
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I dreamt I was followed by the cat.

She shows up often.

Down the stairs, two at a time by the railing.

Her whiskers trail the floor.

She doesn’t touch me, but she is warm.

 

Black, soft, velvet— she never makes a sound.

She’s not me, I am not quiet—

                My voice was just taken

She is strong; strong as something so small can be.

Her eyes glow,

                And the rat king cowers—

But she is not me.

                I like the rat,

                                And I can’t quite get her to stop hissing at it.

 

She brings me gifts,

Things I don’t want.

Never dead, but always dying.

She doesn’t like hurting things, or maybe she can’t,

I think she’s gone.

 

I hope to see her again.

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Kathleanore Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2016   Writer
Thank you so much for faving my cabinet story :)
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Kaniahlies Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2016
No problem, I loved it and it was very well written.
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Kathleanore Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2016   Writer
Aww :blush:

And thank you so much for the watch as well! :)
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Dysprosium162 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the Llama!
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Kaniahlies Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2015
No problem.
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DraganTheMighty Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fav.
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No problem.
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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch :)
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Kaniahlies Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2015
No problem.~
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ARVEN92 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
^^
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