Must keep digging, have to keep digging. The voices tell me to. They tell me to keep going. I have to see the diamonds. They were underneath, you see, underneath the porcelain. And that’s underneath the dirt, you see?
The pearls within the marble bust would glisten ‘til the shadows turned them cold. I didn't wanna listen. I didn't wanna listen! They were clattering against my ear all the promises that ashes, ashes should have turned to dust.
I was greedy. I took too much, because I was not taught to attach, but to prosper. Oh, but it was fun. The w
I am sick with a sea sickness from top to bottom of a bottle. The waves rush against the boat, but I don't know if that's tilting me or if it's the high making my head feel weighted. I'm a wreck, but damn I'm not shipwrecked as I'm looking at the shore becoming closer.
On the island in front of me is a large hill constructed of stone and sand. It's peak is flat, covered in trees that only take on the shade of brown, dead. My eyes are swirling between focus and haze, and I don't notice the shore.
Hitting the sand harder than my bottle hit the dock as I left, my body is thrust from the boat and face
A midsummer’s breeze played between my feathers as the sun peaked through the branches and onto me. Each measured breath I took smelled of oak mixed with the flowers already blooming so brightly. My eyes begin to pear open and I see my two siblings nuzzled together still sleeping.
I take one step to the left and two to the right. It’s the only way to stretch out my legs in this confined little nest my parents crafted. I will give them credit since it lasted through rain storms and whirlwinds that I had surely thought would bring it tumbling down.
Just as I boredom was taking me, my siblings wake. If I were to guess, they
On top of a tower
looking down at the movement
Racing like ants to and fro
All living a life that is almost
nearly
closely
the same
Grow, learn, work, survive, die
The cycle of the humans.
Then comes a speed bump
crash
fallout
that changes the game
The game we all play
The game that leaves us in
agony, shame, tears
and all the rest
Some hands pull and touch,
running their hands up and down.
Just like he did.
They push until it tears
Just like he did.
They venture until the body
is heaving from the sickness,
from the pain.
His hands wrapped around my wrists,
leaving me helples
The door shuts with a resounding thud as the last nuisance leaves for work. I hurriedly stand, take my cereal bowl, and rush to the kitchen. I pitch it into the garbage disposal and let it whir behind me. The bathroom door down the hall is all I am focused on. Flicking the light switch on, I quickly kneel and position myself over the toilet. My tabby cat, aware of this familiar cycle, hopped from the bathtub and ran from the bathroom to escape the sounds. In the meantime, what I consumed that day was heaved from my stomach and into the porcelain bowl. I cannot stop imaging what my brother had eaten before he left. Crumbles of cheese melted on
The little girl sits by the fireplace, waiting for Santa Clause.
Christmas lights twinkle in her eyes.
Her favorite ornaments dangle freely on the tree.
The clocks nearing midnight,
and her eyes begin to droop.
"Time to go to bed, sweetie," her Mother says.
"No. I have to stay up and see Sant-" is all she whispered before she fell asleep.
Waking in her bed,
the little girl rushes down the hall and into the living room.
Presents wrapped in red and green are piled under the Christmas tree.
Her brother, five years her senior, is tearing open every gift with his name.
Present after present there are smiles and laughs until they're all opened.
Ev
Waters of the black river crash
against the crumbling stone wall.
With the wall cracking and eroding
after every violent wave, little
Coward kept her distance and
stayed at the edge of the trees.
Her mismatched eyes gazed upon
the pieces of debris left floating.
A doll dressed in pink with white
ribbons in her blonde hair was
splashed against the wall.
The stitches so soaked they nearly
fell apart, and her pebble eyes
seemed to produce dark tears.
Below the wall was her life:
happiness, sadness, love, hate,
but mostly protected her fear.
All would be washed away by
morning if no one pushed the
waters back.
Little Co
"Mom, stop! Dear God, please stop!" I screamed as her smacked against Anthony's five year old body. His face was red and starting to swell both his crying and the hits that would surely leave large bruises. "Get off of him!" Running across the room, I was seemingly getting farther away until they were mere figures at the end of a blackened hallway. My screams became silent echoes as I felt myself getting enclosed by the emptiness around me.
"Alex?"
"Leave him alone . . ."
"Alex! Come on!"
"Huh?" I mumbled as I straightened up in bed.
"Alex?" Anthony's bewildered face appeared next to my own. His eyes were enveloped with wonder as he watc
The wind is blowing up my back.
Twisting and dancing
within the curled, brown mess that
is my hair.
The streets below fill with horns
of the eager drivers making a living.
In the distance the sun begins to fall,
lighting whats on the other side.
I never believed the world could speak
until the wind began to whisper.
"Feel the air around your body."
Is it even there?
How when it's so lifeless?
"Breath in your last bored breath."
Oxygen had never smelled so bittersweet.
"Listen to me as I tell you what comes next."
Any guidance was sure to do
but was this one right?
"Now jump. . ."
And there falling through the broken
wind i
Crawling on your knees,
you beg for forgiveness
just like a christian
after every single sin.
But I am not God.
I do not forgive
those who are unworthy.
I do not forget
the sin that you
stupidly committed.
There is no happiness
for you in the bitter end.
There is only sadness
so you can weep in your regret.
Must keep digging, have to keep digging. The voices tell me to. They tell me to keep going. I have to see the diamonds. They were underneath, you see, underneath the porcelain. And that’s underneath the dirt, you see?
The pearls within the marble bust would glisten ‘til the shadows turned them cold. I didn't wanna listen. I didn't wanna listen! They were clattering against my ear all the promises that ashes, ashes should have turned to dust.
I was greedy. I took too much, because I was not taught to attach, but to prosper. Oh, but it was fun. The w
I am sick with a sea sickness from top to bottom of a bottle. The waves rush against the boat, but I don't know if that's tilting me or if it's the high making my head feel weighted. I'm a wreck, but damn I'm not shipwrecked as I'm looking at the shore becoming closer.
On the island in front of me is a large hill constructed of stone and sand. It's peak is flat, covered in trees that only take on the shade of brown, dead. My eyes are swirling between focus and haze, and I don't notice the shore.
Hitting the sand harder than my bottle hit the dock as I left, my body is thrust from the boat and face
A midsummer’s breeze played between my feathers as the sun peaked through the branches and onto me. Each measured breath I took smelled of oak mixed with the flowers already blooming so brightly. My eyes begin to pear open and I see my two siblings nuzzled together still sleeping.
I take one step to the left and two to the right. It’s the only way to stretch out my legs in this confined little nest my parents crafted. I will give them credit since it lasted through rain storms and whirlwinds that I had surely thought would bring it tumbling down.
Just as I boredom was taking me, my siblings wake. If I were to guess, they
On top of a tower
looking down at the movement
Racing like ants to and fro
All living a life that is almost
nearly
closely
the same
Grow, learn, work, survive, die
The cycle of the humans.
Then comes a speed bump
crash
fallout
that changes the game
The game we all play
The game that leaves us in
agony, shame, tears
and all the rest
Some hands pull and touch,
running their hands up and down.
Just like he did.
They push until it tears
Just like he did.
They venture until the body
is heaving from the sickness,
from the pain.
His hands wrapped around my wrists,
leaving me helples
The door shuts with a resounding thud as the last nuisance leaves for work. I hurriedly stand, take my cereal bowl, and rush to the kitchen. I pitch it into the garbage disposal and let it whir behind me. The bathroom door down the hall is all I am focused on. Flicking the light switch on, I quickly kneel and position myself over the toilet. My tabby cat, aware of this familiar cycle, hopped from the bathtub and ran from the bathroom to escape the sounds. In the meantime, what I consumed that day was heaved from my stomach and into the porcelain bowl. I cannot stop imaging what my brother had eaten before he left. Crumbles of cheese melted on
The little girl sits by the fireplace, waiting for Santa Clause.
Christmas lights twinkle in her eyes.
Her favorite ornaments dangle freely on the tree.
The clocks nearing midnight,
and her eyes begin to droop.
"Time to go to bed, sweetie," her Mother says.
"No. I have to stay up and see Sant-" is all she whispered before she fell asleep.
Waking in her bed,
the little girl rushes down the hall and into the living room.
Presents wrapped in red and green are piled under the Christmas tree.
Her brother, five years her senior, is tearing open every gift with his name.
Present after present there are smiles and laughs until they're all opened.
Ev
Waters of the black river crash
against the crumbling stone wall.
With the wall cracking and eroding
after every violent wave, little
Coward kept her distance and
stayed at the edge of the trees.
Her mismatched eyes gazed upon
the pieces of debris left floating.
A doll dressed in pink with white
ribbons in her blonde hair was
splashed against the wall.
The stitches so soaked they nearly
fell apart, and her pebble eyes
seemed to produce dark tears.
Below the wall was her life:
happiness, sadness, love, hate,
but mostly protected her fear.
All would be washed away by
morning if no one pushed the
waters back.
Little Co
"Mom, stop! Dear God, please stop!" I screamed as her smacked against Anthony's five year old body. His face was red and starting to swell both his crying and the hits that would surely leave large bruises. "Get off of him!" Running across the room, I was seemingly getting farther away until they were mere figures at the end of a blackened hallway. My screams became silent echoes as I felt myself getting enclosed by the emptiness around me.
"Alex?"
"Leave him alone . . ."
"Alex! Come on!"
"Huh?" I mumbled as I straightened up in bed.
"Alex?" Anthony's bewildered face appeared next to my own. His eyes were enveloped with wonder as he watc
The wind is blowing up my back.
Twisting and dancing
within the curled, brown mess that
is my hair.
The streets below fill with horns
of the eager drivers making a living.
In the distance the sun begins to fall,
lighting whats on the other side.
I never believed the world could speak
until the wind began to whisper.
"Feel the air around your body."
Is it even there?
How when it's so lifeless?
"Breath in your last bored breath."
Oxygen had never smelled so bittersweet.
"Listen to me as I tell you what comes next."
Any guidance was sure to do
but was this one right?
"Now jump. . ."
And there falling through the broken
wind i
Crawling on your knees,
you beg for forgiveness
just like a christian
after every single sin.
But I am not God.
I do not forgive
those who are unworthy.
I do not forget
the sin that you
stupidly committed.
There is no happiness
for you in the bitter end.
There is only sadness
so you can weep in your regret.
I am sick with a sea sickness from top to bottom of a bottle. The waves rush against the boat, but I don't know if that's tilting me or if it's the high making my head feel weighted. I'm a wreck, but damn I'm not shipwrecked as I'm looking at the shore becoming closer.
On the island in front of me is a large hill constructed of stone and sand. It's peak is flat, covered in trees that only take on the shade of brown, dead. My eyes are swirling between focus and haze, and I don't notice the shore.
Hitting the sand harder than my bottle hit the dock as I left, my body is thrust from the boat and face
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