Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.
whispers--fly through strands of hairagainst the flesh behind the earsbetween the fingers and into drumstelling you to reign and runwords and whispers--calm and caress, kill and catchbacking against the wallwith only whispers running down your backbone. whispers--crack the windows, three at a timebend the doors, two at a timetwist each thoughtone time
Five people had already been taken. A few neighbors, three kids from the nearby school. It was a vastly bright bullet from the sky. It pierced through the clouds like a whole punched through paper. From space, and spiking its ways around the person, it punctured the grassy hill and sliced miles down. It seemed …
Sluggish, Stale, a bucket of Water
Stagnant. That's the feeling. When everything boils over--when the time comes to find those hidden feelings buried under the mud--there's a familiar feeling. And it's not stagnation. There's a sense of rebirth. And, a sense of hope. A different type of hope. One more akin to a passion to continue. A fight to push forward …
keep out, it sayskeep out and stay away,keep out, I hearkeep out and stay back,keep going, it wantsbut keep out, it trieseveryday and minute
"Wait, wait, wait!" Reese yelled. He needlessly waved, but managed to holster his weapon on his hip. He had a moment of panic when the movement caused the deranged man to flinch.It was a reaction. Both knew, yet the realizations didn't stop the actions. Not in the situation of a bank robbery, with hostages, and …
State of Mind
It's supposed to be with feeling. But all I feel is...It's supposed to be therapeutic. But all I see is...It's supposed to be tranquil. But all I taste is...I'm supposed to be me. But all I accomplish is...There's supposed to be peace. But all I hear is...The songs down the line.
Risk and Reward
one replaces several, so there isn't an original,pieces floating with particles and cloversdroves of cries, drones, blows, copies of caves, traced to bring veins, vague and graveexceptchildren of Change, to the height heldcatching more than manic meld,driving deep to mountains matchedtrials, tribulations for the two halveshaltedby grafts of skin
Blood Clots Stopping the Bleeding
Have you ever felt a thought was somehow...fuzzy? Like, if you could pet the thought, and it grew fur. A pelt as thick as a bear, touched by the sheen of a wolf, rugged and pristine at the same time. That's how I came out of it. Every tiny thought, the usual of where, how, …
A thought rattled her bones, just a couple minutes after midnight. At the same second, when she'd rushed over her bed and tucked herself into the corner, the door slammed shut. A few items tipped off the dresser, one smashing to pieces on the floor. The bed's posts dragged against the wood, offset from the …