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You smiled as you saw me walking towards you. We said hello and before long we were on our way to the massive playground that you were so excited to visit. I was a bit confused as to where it was, but you knew to follow the red signs, and soon enough the spectacular rope structures and towering artificial hills came into view. I’m ashamed to admit that one of my first thoughts when I saw the sand…
a prison prison prison a beautiful prison but a prison all the same same same same same faces same routine same places trapped suffocating breathless gasps of nothing shrieks to nothing twisting turning gnawing gashing hot sucking soulless void not booze not sex not drugs not writhing twisted cold sweat hugs i am here but not i am fading not loud and angry but soft and inconsequent i feel it…
I dont wanna be your afterthought The one you only call when im all youve got The one you disregard when its all going well The one you rely on when its all gone to hell please understand me im pulling away ive made up my mind i wont waste another day but im just your afterthought anyway Im putting you in the rearview mirror you’re growing ever smaller as I shed a tear looking out ahead of me i…
Sometimes all you need is a Carousel When your emotions are up and down When you feel like you just might drown Then you meet a friend who makes you smile They say take a seat and stay a while From the outside in it looks mundane For some perhaps even insane But simply brush others off Who cares about those who huff and scoff A spinning disc in sand that spins you round Admiring the night sky…
It's been four years since you didn’t make it out of post-surgery recovery. Four years have come and gone, like waves slowly washing in and pulling out again. Four years since I read the text across my screen that made my mind go blank and my emotions go numb. Since then your widow has re-married, and it feels from a distance as if she’s doing all she can to forget you. Maybe this is untrue, but…
Note : This was written in a very sleep-deprived state and as more of an exercise of just writing without self-editing or really thinking much about what I was writing. It just flowed out. She stared at her blood-soaked hands, bewildered. She felt nothing. Why? It didn’t matter. Her third time, the first two had left her equally nonplussed at her incongruent emotions. What was she going to do with…
You sit a few feet away, but looking in your direction I feel as though I’m standing on the shore squinting at a ship reduced to a tiny dot far from the coast. I do not belong. I am tolerated, not welcome. What was once familiar is utterly foreign and repulsive. The smell, the sounds, the suffocating atmosphere, all the same, as if frozen in time. I want so badly to tell you to run, to get as far…
Her blaring phone alarm jolted her from her sleep. As she turned it off she noted the time: 8:30 am. “Shit!”, she exclaimed as she threw the covers off her bed and stumbled into some clothes. The kids were arriving at the swimming pool at 9:00am for her first class of the day. She was technically supposed to be there by 8:45 but she’d fly under the radar as long as she showed up in time to greet…
The breaks squealed as the train slowly came to a stop. Today? Again? They hadn’t even been on the tracks for 30 minutes and already they were hitting their first delay. Fine. It was fine. Of course it was fine, it HAD to be fine. There was no other alternative other than for the fineness of the situation to permeate and percolate. Now silence. No noise but for the groans of the people in the…
It had been there six months, taunting him. At first it had stood alone, next to his bike. Then, as if by mystical trash magnetism, it was joined by cans, bottles, trash bags, banana peels, and other objects that had been tossed aside to rot. It was a simple object, a small tupperware container. It sat there inconspicuous yet still slightly out of place. Each time he passed by it, he wondered how…