Title: Age of Innocence.
Type: Original
Word count: aprox. 1.000
Inspiration: Memmnoch, spring, walks home from school.
( And that was an age of innocence... )

havent posted in long time. long long time. i hasd something to say but i forgot. heres something i made into somewhat of a song than decided i cared about nothing:

I wrote you a letter it was a story of that boy hiding from his counting brother.
I laughed and made a paper boat and the ink fell into the gutter.

Oh how I loved it.

In the shade
I ( Read more... )

He'll never let her in.
Broken home, broken heart.
He'll never let her in.
Memories in the conversations.
He'll never let her in.
Open arms, tear stained cheeks.
She's the same as him.
He'll never let her in.
She'll never let him in.
A brick wall created.
He'll never let her in.
Divorced family.
He'll never let her in.
All she wants is to be held.
They won't let ( Read more... )

He was like nicotine, like a long awaited cigarette on an icy winter day. The addiction felt so good yet shameful, and always left a smile on her face at the end of the night. It was as though he was the best poison to ever graze her lips.

Those hard, different feelings are so difficult to tread upon, you feel like the air is swimming with them. Sometimes songs remind you of rain, and rain reminds you of the beads of sweat on his back like dewdrops on flowers and the smell of wood mixed with dust and musk tells you that rain is everywhere. We don't speak or hear of things sometimes, ( Read more... )

walking the dog ( Read more... )

I thought I understood. No, it's much more complicated than that. Choking seems so easy, so painless and productive when you watch her from the outside of the glass window. It is much more painful when you experience it from inside the door. It was as though he himself wrapped those long fingers around her neck and squeezed, cut off her air supply ( Read more... )

At least, she said, you can make art out of this. If you think you're pretending, it sells. But please, allow me to fix this, I'm not being dramatic for the sake of sounding like a broadway show. But If I'm the half of you that's for worse, is it not true that you're far more intelligent and developed and see things as entangled and get hope out of ( Read more... )

God, you were a sight. With a cracked porcelian face and blood running down your temple. And still you did not make a sound. I was in complete shock, my little hands shaking and my teeth nearly chattering as I fell to my knees before you in the cold, touching your cheek with freezing finger tips. Then, you smiled. You had fooled me. Made me think ( Read more... )

Paper screams! Paper screams! Please help me She cried, wringing her hands so hard the ( Read more... )