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Emberlight RacesEmberlight flickers across your face,
We stand in silence, we run this race,
To get closer in this cold,
We both know, we are so bold.
(And you, I see, are looking at me,
I look back to you, then to my shoes)
Snowflakes are sticking to our hair,
You see I'm nervous, I don't know if I dare
Lean in to let you hold me while
My heart pounds as I smile.
(And these thoughts go through my mind,
And I know you, you are so kind
We stare at each for a small eternity,
Move forward just fractions,
Brush my skin so carefully
With fingers that hold such quiet passion.
(Your face, I see, so close to mine,
The stars fly by in sharp, straight lines)
Crush me to you as we collide,
Two souls meet like strong stormtides,
Crash, smash, fumbling, needing,
Always kissing, never forgetting.
(The cold winter air only just separates us,
We are hungry, we are ravenous)
When we break apart, we stand together, smile,
Hold on, try not to fall.
We talk in slow voices,
We've made our choic
A Better Way to Drown : 1A BETTER WAY TO DROWN
When the lights fade out,
All the sinners crawl.
—Imagine Dragons, "Demons"
COLD, RAGGED BREATH RAKED DOWN HIS THROAT, made his lungs spasm, spit and heave with the effort to breathe. He choked on blood, wiped it from his mouth and faced his brother, fingers clenching around the handgun.
Rain pounded on top of him like a merciless shower of bullets. It dripped down his forehead and into his eyes, mixing with blood and dripping down his cheeks like tears. The mud at his feet was tinged with deep red, it spattered his boots, caked his clothes, his skin.
"Given up already, Danny?" His brother smiled with cruel and sadistic amusement. "You never were one for heroics."
"No," he managed, "I haven't given up." The gun was cold under his fingers. But he didn't know if he could actually pull the trigger. If he pulled the trigger he'd become just like his brother: something dark and terrible, something brutal and heartless, a monster.
Create a Story...1Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Danny who always dreamed of becoming the world's best garbage-man. He trained every day for 18 hours in order to beat his rival, The Fierce Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Danny came armed with a box and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Danny emerged as the icy victor! His achievement is celebrated every Halloween.
And She Loved Him Still :: Part 1AND SHE LOVED HIM STILL
PART 1. Underneath
Strip away the flesh and bone. Look beyond the lies you've known
I sit at the dinner table, staring across it into the eyes of my husband, wishing that I have the strength to tell him. To tell him, everything, everything I thought, everything I yearn to say. But I keep my mouth shut and keep eating.
My eyes wander over to the faces of my children, two girls, one boy. August, Isabel, and Adelina. August is turning seventeen this September, Isabel is fourteen, and Adelina is only eight.
"How was work today?" The words hitch in my throat, overly sweet and sticky, like sickening honey.
My husband raises his head and looks at me, really looks at me, and I know he really sees what he's been putting me through, what his work, this war, has been putting his family through. I know that he sees the shadows punched beneath my eyes, from long nights with no sleep, I know he sees how I've lost weight, I know he sees how the light ha
My GirlHeartache, anger, torment.
That girl, the girl with the pale gray eyes, and
hair that glitters with iridescence, like a crow's wing,
is staring at me with the harshest accusation in her eyes.
"You broke her heart, you smashed it to pieces.
You don't know what I went through to help her get back on her feet again.
She will never be the same because of you."
Falling, euphoria, hope.
I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to fall in love with her.
But there is something about her that her sister just didn't have.
A fierceness, a warrior's spirit, that I've never found before.
"Get away from me, you monster.
You think that I'm going to hook up with you, so that you
Can break my heart the way you broke hers? Not a chance."
Heartbreak, pain, depression.
I can't find a way to get over her. I know she
doesn't love me. But that doesn't mean
that I don't love her.
"The answer is still the same. No, no, no.
I will never be with you. Ever. I don't love youI don't even like you.
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 3PROLOGUE
It's not the right thing, baby,
But the right thing suits so few.
--Hedley, "Heaven's Gonna Wait"
The man was on his knees, chained by the wrists to the wall. His head was bent, and his clothes torn.
Adrien's best and only true friend, Byron, was leaning against the wall, watching the prisoner warily. Both of them hated questioning prisoners, but Adrien always got the worse end of it, because he had a destructive Gift.
"Easy," Byron murmured as Adrien passed him, "You gotta keep it cool."
"Got it." Adrien knew that Byron was warning him. Byron was famous among the Rebels for his clairvoyanceit was always usefulbut the warning worried Adrien. "What's his name?"
"We've identified him as Marcus Tiller," Byron replied quietly, and Adrien automatically winced. This wasn't the first time he'd met Marcus.
"Alright." Adrien clasped and unclasped his hands. "Let's get to work."
Adrien strode toward the man called Marcus, turning off his kinder, more
This Sinner's Heart :: Chapter 3A NOTE TO THE READER:
Alright, since I've gone and revised my whole WIP for Lights Shine Darkly, and since this is a companion novel, I'll be revising the setting and changing it to the setting I'm now using. Since you guys have no idea what setting that is, I'll briefly explain it.
The year is 2027, and the war has been tearing everything apart for the past 7 years. There are three sides: the Government, who have the superior numbers, weapons, and power, the Rebels, who are outnumbered but have the people on their side, and the Outcasts, who are people just basically standing by and waiting for the war to end. Stick 17-year-old Byron Buckthorn in the middle of it (yes, I changed his last name and his age, I'm such a rebel XD) and there you have it. Currently we're in Australia, where Byron grew up, but later on we'll be headed off to North America, where the majority of the war is being fought.
Also, I will be slowly editing/rewriting chapter 1 and 2, but the same events will be
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 2Once she shut the door, she felt her previous strength buckle and she stumbled.
Her hands slammed against the wall, and a choked sob scraped out of her mouth. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, wouldn't believe that she'd just threatened to kill someone. That she'd just become the very person she didn't want to be, even if just for a moment.
She touched her stinging cheek, and found that it was wet. A gasp hitched in her throat. She hadn't cried in yearshadn't ever found the strength to face the tears. But now she had.
Slowly, she made her way down the hallway, toward the elevator. She jammed her finger against the up button, and then rammed her fist at the 9 button inside.
Tia held on to the railing, clenching her fingers around it, like it was the last thing holding her about hell.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped into the dim hallway.
A door clicked shut, and ahead of her, she spotted a tall, dark figure, lean and muscular, shutting a door. Sh
Lights Shine Darkly :: Snippet no. 1PROLOGUE
ADRIEN'S EYES CRACKED OPEN and he lurched upright, a shout of panic lodged in his throat. He sucked in a deep breath of air, wincing as sharp blades of cold scraped his gut.
It was the nightmare againthe same one that had cut at his nerves every night for the past three years. The fire, the knife, he could still see it. The scream, his footsteps echoing off cold stone walls, he could still hear it. The salty sting of blood in his mouth, the bitterness of failure, he could still taste it.
Adrien dragged a hand through his dark, raggedly cut hair, heaving a sigh filled with frustration. His gunmetal blue eyes focused on Byron, his best and only friend, who was, at the moment, keeping watch. Not far away, he saw Keirthe man who played the role of his "second" father figuresprawled across the ground, held fast in the clutches of sleep.
Adrien straightened to his full height which, for his young age of eighteen, was tall. Stuck in a
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
Breathe AgainRain pours down on me,
Choking, crushing, throttling me,
Until I can scream no more.
Knees buckle beneath me,
Tears cling to my eyelashes,
Blood sticks to my scraped knees.
(Why, why, why?
Why did you do this to me?
Why did it have to be me?)
I can feel the waves
Rolling toward me, thunder a
Hazy backdrop to my grief.
Bloody fingerprints leave smears
Of red across damp pavement,
My skin is cold, wet, bloodless.
(What did I do to deserve this?
I never hurt you
Not like you hurt me)
My world is crashing, down, down, over me,
I cannot speak. I am mute. Silent.
I cannot breathe. I am dead. Gone.
Fire burns inside me, destroying,
Killing, hurting, but the rain sends
Fragments of cold through my heart.
(Blades flash through the edge of me,
Cutting, tearing, ripping,
Murdering mewho I used to be)
It doesn't get better. It never will.
But at least I won't drown in this torrent
Of rain and heartache.
At least you are no longer a part of me.
At least at last
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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