Do not fear the fluttering within your chest
Do not fear the inescapable, untold future.
Embrace the weightless wings attached to your spine;
Lifting you higher than even Memories.
What is the feeling of Bliss?
The warmth and prickle of lovers hands,
Surrendering to the tender harness of Winter.
We will both ache, whether we kiss or not
So let us be like sakura petals
Bright, short-lived instances of Life,
Immortalized in the brief flash of an ashen moth.
Soft, warm lips, caress my own in the dark
And the poison in my head is released.
Until reaching my heart
Into a time when
We once were.
I am tired of wasting hour by hour
Remembering what was and
Contemplating what could be.
I want to be done with Time,
There is no beginning, end, or middle
To the feeling you give me.
The cars lazily glide by, illuminating our Loneliness;
You beneath your hoo
Je n'aime pas vous...It Would Have Been
If you were more mature,
Not childish, selfish;
If you had actually been
An adult about it.
You Do Not Deserve This Poem
The strokes of my pen waste away,
Slowly immortalizing you in Time.
You do not deserve such honor,
Even an old, dusty mausoleum of memory
Is too lavish for your company.
You deserve to be footprints on a beach,
Blinked away into Oblivion.
I don't ever want you back again,
I don't feel the same as I did then.
So stop your tears and your whining
Its only eroding your stomach lining.
You only crave one, desperate little thing,
And its the Idea to which you cling;
Nothing substantial or physical
Nothing to cushion the lonely fall.
What is the sound of Infidelity?
The grind of the dull hinges of Loss;
The squeak of brakes and bedsprings.
Soul MatesÂme sur
Sleep well, Henry.
The words hung in the almost-pitch black night. A glow hung in the room, a soft blue that was omnipresent. There was only true darkness with eyes closed. Maggie felt Henry move on his side of the bed, the light adjustments and how is limbs tuned themselves to the beds contours. Slowly, she listened to his breath grow steadier, and fade. Her heart thumped in her ears, and the clock ticked in the silence. Occasionally, there was a small hiss as he exhaled lightly on the other side of his pillow.
She lied in the dark, still, and quiet air. Her own heartbeat and breaths settled back to a normal pace. She closed her eyes and shivered. The thin film of sweat on her body evaporated slowly. She looked over at the back of Henrys head, and bundle herself in the covers.
Henry, you awake? she whispered loudly. He grunted, shifted, and peeked over his shoulder.
What is it, darling?&
Always: RevisitedThe alleyway is dark and musty, but its a place to stay and get out of the cold rain. I shiver as I pull my drenched coat closer to me. My eyes strain trying to see into the darkness beyond the glaring light Im standing under. Every noise in the alley sends a shiver up my spine and I flinch, but not enough to be noticed by anyone watching me. Hopefully. I timidly check my watch: half past eleven. Almost no one is awake at this hour.
Are you sure you want this?
Doesnt it really hurt?
Is she truly worth it all?
(Of course you are. You always have been.)
Before I can ridicule myself anymore, he appears. He is elaborately dressed in a black suit and hat. His white skin almost shining in the harsh light. With the grace and poise of a dancer on stage, he walks right up to me, my eyes just barely level with his chin; the difference in height creates an additional feeling of dread in my stomach: A twisting knot. He looks strong and terrible, yet delicate and beautiful
ComfortHer name was Caitlin Faraj, daughter of a teacher mother and an immigrant father. She was seventeen years old.
Back in the sixth grade, where she helped out for extra credit for her school six blocks away, she was Brandons third crush. He had walked up to her one day, and gripped tightly to a pencil, and confessed this to her. She looked up at him with her large, brown eyes, the corners of her mouth turned upwards.
And who was your second crush? she said. He had fidgeted with the pencil, and shyly pointed behind him. His cheeks grew red and he looked at the floor.
Marie, he mumbled.
Caitlin gave a big smile, mussed his hair, and sent him back to his seat. His ears felt hot for the rest of the day, and he couldnt help but to sneak glances at her. She always sat at the low, long desk that was pressed against the tall windows. She loved reading and grading in the warm sunlight where she could look out at the world below.
Brandon always thought he
UnravelingJonathan walked into his apartment, the squeak of the door echoed through the dark, empty space. As his feet shuffled, the sound bounced along the wooden floors, and filled the vacant rooms. His chest ached from the cold night, and he coughed in a way that hurt his lungs and throat. After removing his coat and hat, he made his way to the back of the apartment.
All the rooms breathed a stillness that set an edge to his footsteps; he breathed heavily. Moonlight shot through the barren windows, void of any fabric or blinds, and illuminated the white walls. The occasional pile of grit, screws, and wood splinters littered the floor. Nothing was left, no furniture, nothing. He had given away all of the couches, chairs, bed frames, pillows, sheets, appliances, everything earlier in the week.
The hallway in the back was the only place that was truly dark; his door at the end was closed. He knew just behind it, the moon glared through the glass; ever so slowly it tanned the opposite side of the