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Remember how you used to be?Remember when you didn't have a care in the world?
just a few years ago.
Not that you didn't actually care about anything,
But their opinions weren't such a blow

You cared about yourself more
Cared about your life as seen through our own eyes,
Not as perceived by those judgmental bores.

So would it be a lie,
To say that it's all gone to waste?
All those days,
When you feared to fight

And turn it all back
To who you used to be
And let the anguish
Let the wrath-
Reveal that you were born to succeed

InevitableCertain,
silent,
sombre,

cometh an end
ineffable.
It waits, a yawning shadow,
hung on every footstep,
a sigh in every breath.

Fear it not,
it is just
the end.
It cares not who you are

dancing on a single hair.
You will fall

or leap
into waiting arms.
Accept its tired embrace,
warm as mother's womb.

Save meSickness fills my veins
Terror molds onto my skin
Fear flashes in sight of my wandering eyes
Love shatters and breaks my heart into two
Fingers become cold
Feelings become numb
Thoughts become filled with anger and hate
My body is motionless
I'm trapped in this endless void
Somebody, save me from myself

Late Night Plight

Every night,
as I lay in my bed.
Only darkness in sight,
and words rush through my head.
I put on my headphones,
and continue to think.
The things that nobody knows.
Those thoughts make my heart sink.

I think about my family,
and it's painful.
they simply hate me.
those scornful people...

I think of my reason.
Why do I live?
What have I done?
Why am I still alive?
I don't want to live in vain.
I'm headed nowhere.
I'm tired of my pain.
I just want to end it here.

I say these things aloud,
my face wet from tears.
"Do I make anyone proud?
What have I done all these years?
Why should I keep trying?
I have nothing to live

Soap and BandagesIgnorance is bliss.
Until the shiny soap bubble
of false reality you have created
pops and you're sitting there
with soap stung eyes
because you just watched
your pretty world explode.
Don't slice your finger
on your reality check
they don't make bandages
for that kind of cut.

A Memorable Night Achieved Whilst Wearing Tights " UUUUUUUUHHH," Beverly groaned, her body sprawled across the loveseat- one leg over the back of the chair, one arm above her head, one dangling awkward off the couch, " I don't want to mooooove."
Claude chuckled softly, shaking his head with a hardly distinguished motion. He lifted up her legs and plopped down on the couch next to her, letting her legs rest in his lap, " You know you have to, beautiful. It's your big night." He winked at her, waggling his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly, letting her hand cover her eyes, " But that means I have to tug on tights and pull my hair into a bun and apply stage make up and wea

Words So Sweet The lazy afternoon sun glared through the window and onto the nestled forms of Beverly Modesto and Claude Bradbury. Her ruffled purple head rested atop his chest, his spectacular green gaze looking down at their entwined hands. A small smirk formed at the corner of his lips, as he whispered into her ear,
" You have incredibly small hands. "
She wrinkled her freckled nose in protest, " Perhaps yours are abnormally large." A chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat.
" No, I'm quite sure yours are incredibly small, for I have seen plenty hands in my lifetime to be an accurate judge of hand size, " He said seriously, matter-of-factly .

JudgementGod did not put us on this Earth,
So we could go judge other people.

Get Off My CaseYou ask me about all that I do,
Question me for it.
I can do what I want,
No need to have a fit.

This isn't your life,
So leave me alone.
You have no control,
I am my own.

I can dress how I want,
Wearing mismatched clothes.
All the jewelry that I want,
This is what I chose.

I can listen to heavy rock,
Whether you like it or not.
And I can hate hip hop,
I'd destroy it on the spot.

Treat my opinions with respect,
I'll treat yours the same way.

When Hope Doesn't Work 7Ch. 7
Ashlyn POV

"Ashlyn!" My mom banged on the door and Oliver and I jumped apart. "You're going to be late if you don't get going."

"I know, Mom." I said, staring at Oli. He smiled, weakly, leaning in to peck my lips one more time before handing my bag. I opened the door to see my mom waiting for me in the hallway. Her eyes moved to Oliver for a moment, but I knew she didn't care. She knew he stayed here all the time, and she knew about us, too.

"Is Jake picking you up?" Mom asked me. I frowned, not wanting to answer that question. Hearing his name made my heart jump.

"Jakob isn't coming." Oliver said, making it obvious what that state

Beauty of AirBEAUTY OF AIR
(Pour C. B. avec des sentiments profonds)

I see you standing in front of the mirror
staring at your own face,
which you hate so much
The stubbles of your beard sprout
to the floor, which is covered
by dust and scatters into your eyes
to ridicule, so that your Other distorts
In the white sink, on which you
lean your hands, a grey
haze; Thoughts trickling out of your
pores like the dirt
Totally silent you scream against
the glass: I hate you! but yet,
how little I know you, you, whom
I've seen so often
Your gaze stays dreary like the
windows, which don't let any light
into your dark chamber
The chamber; your he

Divine LoveIn the face of an angel
Not knowing what to say
In shadows submersed
The mind goes astray

Faced with decisions
Of most dire concern
Concequences to be faced
And blood to be burn

Yet, for love I yearn
Waiting for the bravery
For the time to come
To smell the savory

And so I wait
In the shadows, in the warmth
Feeling that one day
It will come to a start

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I Reach Out to You

by ~airwalkwoman, Nov 26, 2011, 11:53:47 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Horror / Short Stories

I gasp as I feel the impact of the bullet enter my abdomen.

I reach out to you to catch me, but I stumble and fall to the ground with a crash.

I hear very few sounds as I lay flat on the ground. Running footsteps, a gasp, police sirens, and the crash of garbage cans as cats dash across and knock them over.

You rush to me, and whisper in my ear it will be ok, as you pull me into your arms.

I try to keep my eyes open, but I feel my control start to seep out of my body.

You tell me to keep my eyes open, to keep fighting, to hold on.

I open my eyes, and fight to keep them open.

I reach out to you, my hand softly touching your face, feeling the warmth radiate from it.

You're scared.

Suddenly you're being pulled away from me. I don't see who, but you're struggling.

I hear you yelling, you won't leave me, you can't watch the person you love die.

There are other voices, but I can't tell what they're saying.

You're crying now. I don't see it, but I can tell. Tears are cascading down your cheeks and you're sobbing incoherent words.

I don't want you to leave, I want to reach out to you, but my arms feel like sandbags and my throat feels like sandpaper.

Don't leave me.

Everything grows black.

The next feeling I have is being lifted up.

I hear the same sounds, although in a different atmosphere. Running footsteps, a gasp, police sirens and the crash of garbage cans as people dash by and knock them over.

I slowly move my head to the left.

I see a man in blue, with a white mask.

A… doctor?

I try to talk, but my words are drowned out by body shaking coughs.

I then feel your touch. On my right shoulder.

I move my head to the right.

Your face is fuzzy, but I know it's you.

I see your warm hazel eyes, and matching hair and I feel warmth spread in the bottom of my soul.

You'll keep me safe.

I reach out to you with my hand.

You take it.

I smile as my world goes black, but I'm not scared.

I'm reaching out to you, my love.

And I know you'll catch me.

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~kiko-higurashi Dec 1, 2011

This is beautiful! Very inspiring too! I love how you used the structure and how you described what was going on--even how the person knew what was going on with their eyes closed. I felt like I was actually the person! XD Again, it is very beautiful! Good luck in the contest! ^^

~airwalkwoman Dec 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Aww... Thanks so much! That means a lot for a rookie writer such as meself! :3

~kiko-higurashi Dec 9, 2011

lol, oh no! Not a rookie at all! And your very welcome! ^^

!jadesfires Nov 29, 2011 Writer

Very nicely done! I very much admire how you were able to convey the story without tons of description. It was simple, concise, and touching. I like your writing style and narrative voice. I rather like happy endings, even if I lack faith in them in real life. Sadly, mine ended a ittle differently. Great piece and good luck in the tournament.

~airwalkwoman Nov 29, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Aww... Thank you so much! You've just pushed me to write more! Are you doing the tournament...? If so, good luck to you, too!

!jadesfires Nov 29, 2011 Writer

Yes, I am

Thanks! This one is mine if you're interested: [link]

Yours is so much better. I don't think you have to worry about getting through to the next round. I, however, am a little worried now. I had a hard time getting into this theme for some reason. It sounded good in my head, but it didn't translate into prose as well as I would have liked.

Always glad to be able to encourage a fellow writer!

!meadowcloud Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

*sniffle* :] This is sensational, the best of luck in the contest!

~airwalkwoman Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! It means a lot!

~ScarletAnneBlack Nov 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I wanted to cry. This is really good. I can picture it all so clearly.

~airwalkwoman Nov 27, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. That was my one concern when posting this, if people could picture this in their heads. You've drowned my concern.

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