The Laughter

I walked into the vacant house. The laughter leaked through every door. It scratched its way through my ears and burned itself into my mind. I took a step further. The floor creaked. I stopped, scared. Of all the times I've been to this place to be alone, it has never been like this. I used to bring the girl with me. We would sit in ( Read more... )

I Wrote a sequel thing to my "The Laughter" And I'm working on more. I'm thinking maybe one a week ... I don't know, whenever I finish one, I'll post it. And I'll have a link to the ones before it so you don't have to scroll down to read the old ones. Such as this one

The Laughter

I walked into the vacant house. The laughter leaked through every ( Read more... )

I know both of these poems are on my other livejournal, but I'd rather them be here ...

Dear Diary,
        Today I listened to her. 
        Repeated her words in my head.
        Wrote them down.
        Ripped them up.
        Rewrote them.
        Burned them.
        Said them out loud.
        Over analyzed them.
        Commit them to memory ( Read more... )

I walked into the vacant house. The laughter leaked through every door. It scratched its way through my ears and burned itself into my mind. I took a step further. The floor creaked. I stopped, scared. Of all the times I've been to this place to be alone, it has never been like this. I used to bring the girl with me. We would sit in silence as if ( Read more... )