We FallDont know the ending to this story.It wraps up in tight knotsWhich hides the frayed ends of this tale.You spit out dirty opinions,Sling mud drenched rocks,While my guard is down.Let the rocks bruise my bodyRupture my skin, and blacken my eye.I am unavailable, your schedule is packed.Our meeting is in progress.We dont dance around the matter.The sharp rocks between us.Grab it and bleed,Throw it and kill, bare it and die.My accent comes out,Your lips dance to the forefront.Our tongues are twisted.Hand in Hand,Step by step, we fall.
E. Blues - Normal Mornings Brrrang! Brrrang! Skip on a dancing star and break this surging feeling!Off-key and too loud, an alarm from a digital radio clock next to a standing black framed photo of a young woman with caramel skin and long gleaming black hair. Her warm eyes radiated a feeling of confidence and hope, signed in the corner is a few words, dont give up Darik, Love Maggie.Rumbling around in the sheets on the bed next to the nightstand where the picture stood was Darik N. Stofield. As he tossed and turned from the crass sounds of the morning airwaves pounding from the charred clock, swirls of blue smoke began to rise from his pillow which then burst into flames.Aggggggh! Darik flipped away the sheets and hurled his flaming pillow into the open closet on the opposing side of the room. He pointed a hand, in a gun like fashion, at the clock. An arc of blue yellow lighting sprang from his pointed barrel fingers hitting the clock melting a bit of the plasti
Lost Time Lost TimeMove the damn piece, already. Jace said tapping his shot glass; Macy had been using the last ten minutes to decide whether or not to move her bishop 2 spaces or three. She wanted everything to fall in place; this could be the last chance she gets. Come on Macy! Its the third move in the game. Youre gonna kill my buzz in a few seconds. Just move it.Take a shot of the evenings choice. Motioning to the bottle of Jameson whiskey, Its more to your liking anyways. Macy swept her long black hair out of her face then stopped his tapping. She moved the piece three spaces. She gave Jace a s
When my Eyes ClearedWhen my eyes clearedJonathan LangMy eyes clearedLike sun that burns through the core of the dying mistMy heart heaved and hoed each lead brick of shame, doubt, and remorse.Limp arm hold nothing but empty promises for unattained changes.Gradual pulse becomes hooves at full stride of the champion horse.What could be isnt when said aloud,What is is when foot is put to ground and hand put to work.Feet feel sluggish in the sand,Tools feel heavy at first grasp.Gather together the sand and create a solid base,Feet will not waver on packed sand.If the tools are heavy,They will always be heavy.Strength comes from trying until muscles bind and be come it.We fall into pits,Hoping to be pulled out by though who would gladly save us.We step into traps,Knowing someone will know how to disarm.We love problems, we want to be saved.I loved problems, I wanted to be saved.
The Regular CatgirlOkay, the long and short of my existence breakdown to a single sentence: On a crumpled, old dollar, written in blood, sealed with my soul, signed by the devil, insured by god, I shall live forever no matter what. If you need time to take it all in, do it later. I have made a deal with the Almighty and the Fallen Angel that I shall live eternally on Earth without fear of disease or old age. Sweet deal right, yeah I thought so too till Lucifer dropped the bomb on me. I will never be able to have kids, never. I will live forever, but Ill always shoot blanks. Well, it wasnt all that bad at first. I really had no aspiration in the sixteen hundreds; tell you the truth that has been my best idea. With this eternal life thing I can wait till I find my true calling, whatever that may be. So after the first three years of no worries of death, I started to get bored. The last major thing I remember happening before I left home to see the world, was some guy nailing a complaint on the