As I reminisce
on the past
I think what I miss
is not childhood itself
but simpler times:
running through
my grandfather's cornfield
in Oregon,
and later,
my grandmother's back yard
in Virginia;
undisturbed sleep,
devouring books
with no need of checking
the clock,
and a body without
creaks or pain.
There was chaos
and trauma—
bullies,
a man with roving hands,
and explosive fights
that left me cowering
in my bedroom,
hands over my ears—
all I carry inside me
like a mythical sea creature
occasionally rising
to the surface,
interrupting the calm.
But as a child
each moment was all
I lived and knew.
Every passing day
brought h
The awfulest day of my life began with what some people call «a funny story», but for me it wasn’t funny at all. I woke up later than I had to, so when I saw the time on my ringing clocks, I said a very bad word and attempted leaving my bed quickly. I failed and fell on the tough floor, almost breaking a rib (at least, so I felt). Then I said a bad word twice and got on my feet.
I never liked the kitchen. I thought it was always kidding me! While I was trying to turn on the coffee machine, it glitched and left me without coffee at all. As I had no time for breakfast, I started dealing with a shirt, but when I was ironing, the
Every sip a hurting fire,
Every swallow a soothing wave.
My tongue; my throat,
burns aflame.
My doubts; my wounds,
washed away.
I like it, I don't.
It's sick, it's strong.
I need this,
don't want this.
I'm reaching—once again.
Emptying that glass of pain.
The day was just starting, jake was feeling great. some days, life feels perfect. this was one of them. he called some friends, who were recently feeling down because other days just ain't workin. invited them to play some basketball. all but one said no. his best friend kel.
The time they met was an hour and a half later at the court and since there was just the 2 of them, decided to play 'shotgun'. a game where 2 people shoot and try to get the ball in the hoop first. but in this case the try to get as many hoops as possible. he had hoped for most if not all of his friends.
The day was going pretty well, jake had lost by 12, k
it feels as if
all of my organs are
slowly shutting down,
as if i am freezing to death
in the middle of nowhere
and all i can do is
fall asleep.
alone in the snow,
i close my eyes
and shudder
as another breath
traipses in and out
of my failing lungs.
my aching body begs me
to protect myself;
my mind screams at me
that i should know better --
but the survival instincts simply
aren’t kicking in.
it will all be over soon.
soon, i will be too cold
to feel any pain.
so i wait.
Hey there
Don't be sad
It'll be alright
In the end, we all just try
In the end, we can all just cry
In the end, we will all just die
Just hold on till your soul can fly
Tell me I am wrong, but this group looks to be as dead as a Dodo. No work posted in the galleries for two years, old requests for membership going unanswered, competitions and journal entries years out of date. R.I.P. LiteratureAnonymous.