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Heroes Are Forever"It will feel natural eventually, just practice, every day if you have to. You will succeed eventually, that much is a guarantee".
But the way had never felt so hard before...
The ceiling above was toned a shadowy gray as Eva stared at it. Her hair, dyed a dark blue, and highlighted with lighter blue streaks, flowed behind her.
Her memories echoed within her brain, ebbing away before picking back up again, and good mingled with the bad, producing powerful mixed emotions.
"What do you mean?"
"Well... It's fairly sell explanatory kid, heh, I'm..."
Eva blinked, she shifted position in her bed, it had been three days, and time seemed to stand still. Somehow, night and day came and went, despite the deadness that surrounded her.
All she wanted was sleep, but her mind was not at ease.
"When will you....?"
"There is no date yet, but the doctors estimate a few months at best..."
A smile swims to the front of Eva's mind.
The VentingIt was not supposed to work like this. She was the strong one, she stood like a tree, tall and firm, but unlike a tree, soft and gentle to the touch. Supportive, giving, loving, caring....
But there she was, tears running down her face, sitting on the floor. Feeling lost, alone, and worst of all....
She felt so small.
So... Fucked up on the inside.
She'd had her moments like this before, but she was young, dumb, emotional. Not like now, now she was mature, now she should have control.
But there she was, knife in hand, blade pressed against her arm, shaking from head to toe. She was scared, scared of the future, scared for her sanity, what will she do? Was this cry for attention even worth it?
Her weakness sickened her more than anything.
Who could she turn to? She tried to think clearly, she thought of her friends, all the good times they shared. They laughed and smiled in the soft lights of her memories....
But as quick as she could recall those memories, they star
Experiment 626-Part One-I do not remember when I started running. I do not even remember why, or who I was running from. My memories limit themselves to sunny days, blue skies, and vague images of those I once considered beloved.
I am filthy, covered in sweat, and have been living in ally ways. I dared not to show myself on the streets, for after awhile, those clean faces that surround me began to look strange and warped. They frightened me, and as deeply as I wished to return to my once happy existence, I began to doubt if it were even possible.
I eat garbage, like a sewer rat, alone.... But not alone. For I am constantly being hunted, shadows stirring in the night, threatening to end my existence at every turn. So I ran, and I still run, and will continue to run.
It is all that I can do for myself.
My life, if I could even refer to it as such, was under constant threat. Yet I fight for it, even when I believe I should let it go, my body gets up, and runs. Running and running through the city in which I live
DenialThy dark state commands me,
"Shut thine eyes,
Gaze no more,
And speak no more,
Of thine wretched state".
But feel I shall,
For emotion can not be quelled so easy.
The pain shut inside of me,
Closed in thine binding grip.
As I pretend not to shudder at its searing presence,
Not to quake in agony.
Such invented thoughts hold as threads,
And eventually, as I hold onto thy comforting deception,
And the things I should have done,
That I could have done...
The failures, the false hopes of the past,
Reminders of fake lovers,
Desires for tastes beyond my reach.
Rush to greet my weakened mind,
And I internally collapse in pain.
All in the name of
TasteI reach out,
I breathe in the rich scents
Of white, red, and brown.
I lean in, desiring just one small sample,
The moment is gone.
Your image vanishes into the depths of my mind,
And my body aches,
The Vanishing WorldI woke up in a daze,
For normally where I'd gaze,
I saw naught one face,
I traveled far and wide,
From the flattest farm,
To the biggest city.
I thought that perhaps everyone,
Was just being witty.
Avoiding my eyes so cleverly,
From Union Square to Beverly.
But at last the truth descended,
I could seen no one,
Not even those I befriended.
For they were all gone,
I could hardly believe it.
I sat down on my lawn,
and cried big tears of sorrow.
I fell back asleep,
Hoping all will be well tomorrow.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
It is still and unmoving.
Tension set forth by the fear of the unknown.
The loudest sound a soul can bear.
Pounding, shrieking, agony.
The mind begs for an end,
but the golden plague is unrelenting.
It's grip as tight as a python's on it's prey.
Squeezing it's victim until the mind surrenders,
and the silence engulfs the world with it's white noise.
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