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the firstwave- the lastgoodbyeHe stepped outside and took his first breath, his very first breath in six years. He waved at the sea, and the sea waved back. Was he ever alive before this moment?the firstwave- the lastgoodbye
It was kind of like coming down from the high point of a fever. He was laying in bed, feeling better than yesterday but worse than he ever had in his whole life. He began to regret missing the bucket; the stench of vomit in the carpet was too much. His teddy bear had just watched it all happen without a word; hopefully he'd clean the mess up later. Or sooner.
Being burned alive would have been preferable. Or suffocated. Or starved, or drowned. Anything bu
by ~shebledgreenink
FiresongHe was born in the epicenter of a California wildfire, his heart of gold melted and poured into a ribcage-shaped mold and left by the firefighters to cool. His eyes were as green as the forest where he was conceived, and his hair was as black as the forest after his delivery. They said his arms and legs were fallen branches with embers trapped inside, so he always was warm to the touch.Firesong
He was a charmer in chilly Seattle, the cold waters of the Sound paralyzing his bones but still inevitably pulling him in. His voice would draw crowds like a tourist attraction, and his smile made a friend of anyone who came within three feet of h
by ~shebledgreenink
every morning, rain is fallingShe lived on the mountaintop for the view. It was a cozy house made of fog, with steamy windows and snow on the roof. Rain was always coming down the chimney and putting out the fire, but she said she'd never want to live anywhere else. "This is where angels live," she'd say, "and it is an honor to live among them." It was no Heaven, but for her, it was Paradise.every morning, rain is falling
She collected angel wings for her dreams of flying. It was the kind of collection that was kept in a neat line on the mantle, with the newest pair kept on her back in the hopes that these ones would carry her to freedom. You would always comment on her wings, on how soft
by ~shebledgreenink
Never say NeverlandIt was ten below, and we were dancing and laughing. When the snow came up to our waists, you lied and said it was easier for you to walk the extra mile home, and we laughed and danced and sang in front of my house while I wished I didn't ever have to go inside. "We'll never be too sad to sing," you said. I just took your hand and took the cue to start a duet like Broadway had never seen.Never say Neverland
It was freezing, and we were staying up late to say everything and nothing. When the moon went to bed, we thrived on the city lights leaking in through our windows, knowing that the same light feeding me was the same light feeding you, drawing us
by ~shebledgreenink
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ninth symphonyHe began to wonder where all his breaths went, if he exhaled pure light that rose into the sky. If all the tiny sighs were a commingling of bells so quiet only the soul heard it. Or maybe in those rare radiant moments so ecstatically tragic when breathing simply stops, you die for a single moment. Reborn into a hypersensitive shell, alive. Alive because oxygen passes through your system. Alive. And all these thoughts ran through his head. Even when you're frozen the curling white purity floats from out your mouth. Even when you're choking, even when you're drowning. Alive.ninth symphony
by ~TheDeathofAramis
drowning mermaidsa body of water lays crumpled on the side of the road, the ambulance lights gyrate and the shrieks of the seabirds are drowned out by the wailing siren, saaave meee, saaave meee. the cops mill around, doodling stick figures and question marks on their pads, and no one really knows anything about the bodies unaccounted for.drowning mermaids
if it looks like a fish, smells like a fish, it's probably a dead girl wrapped in plastic bags, that's what the police men are laughing about over coffee at denny's that night. she looked beautiful, like a mermaid, one of the rookies muttered, a thin boy with down
by ~L-forever
an obsession with oranges The report card comes on Saturday. It comes in a white envelope with neat block print on the front and it sits on the kitchen table for approximately two hours.an obsession with oranges
It isn’t alone, though. It has plenty of company. On one side of the table is a girl. And on the other side of the table is her parents.
None of them speaks for a while. The girl slowly and meticulously peels an orange and divides it into quarters. She spends a good
by ~inediblecupcakes
ooh, what a way to cut lengthwise.
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Hiya. You commented on my poem a long time ago. I just had to look at your profile. I like it a lot! ^.^
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"Iliketigers!!"
"There's nothing like sentient homicidal vegetables to keep your home safe from ninjas." -Browning43
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"Iliketigers!!"
"There's nothing like sentient homicidal vegetables to keep your home safe from ninjas." -Browning43
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i became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity-Edgar Allen Poe
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Suck on my brain.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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