There is something stirring. These moments don't occur often ( Read more... )

Three kids sneak off at night to swim in a toxic lake,
they continue to do it despite the obvious toll it takes on their health.
the town tries to keep them from getting in. but they sneak through anyway
The children die and as opposed to the avoiding the lake, the whole town goes swimming.

How do you withstand the pressing in your chest, the unending reminder? Where do you find solace, peace? Is there a place, or person, or action that can remedy this deep sense of loss. Will there be joy, or once again a feeling of completion.

Feb 8th 2012 ( Read more... )

Words are deeds. The words we hear ( Read more... )

What would you have me write? I am little more than words on a page. Blocks for a building. I can no longer see the ways of man. Such actions no longer make sense to me. I need freedom. I need peace. I need the sun. warm breathing down across my skin. Golding the exterior, melting the interior ( Read more... )

I am tired. But sleep scares me, and the days wear on me. I find no rest in shutting off the lights, or simple ( Read more... )

I felt sick for most of the day. I still do. I have been fighting with fatigue but mostly the inability to understand, to comprehend. Today was Good, for such atrocious things took place. Do you not understand that I deserve this. The I made incredible mistakes. I left the car unlocked and open, a wallet was sitting in plain sight. A key in the ( Read more... )

I find myself getting more and more frustrated with this topic, the more I attempt to suppress it. I find that writing helps leak the pressure, loosen the grip, straighten things out... So here we go ( Read more... )

He lies without movement
On his hospital bed
Cold without color
The tenticles hold him
He needs them to survive
Life is drawn from their embrace
He hums a quiet tune
Death is just a flick a way.

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