They say to write what you know.
But what if what you know
Is just
Too
Plain
I mean, it seems like a simple idea.
To write what you know.
You know what happens in great detail.
But if your life is just
Too
Plain
What is there to write about.
Im sure that I could write about what I did yesterday
But I know that would just be
Too
Plain
I could write about my recent crush
But to others
That would be
Too
Plain
I guess my characters would be fine
But if you don't understand
It may come across as
Too
Plain
Now that I think about it
I realize that everything is
Too
Plain
Unless you're the one experiencing it
Th
Maybe you don't see the way my eyes waver when you dance, following your heart up and down across the floor and wishing that I could join in. You don't realize that I hang on to your words, every single one. My laugh escapes at the jokes I know aren't funny, my beaming heart spilling over into these little fits of joy. I fall so easily into your promises, even though everyone knows you're a liar. I guess I forget that somewhere in between.
I try and read between the lines of your words, you talk like it's going out of style. Everything you say looks paper thin you hate a show, after all but what they don't see is that smeared e
Red, the blazing flame of a burning soul.
Red, the look on your face when you lose control.
Red, the center of your bloodshot eyes.
Red, the shame of your intricate lies.
Red, the silence that deafens my ears.
Red, the colour the shows all my fears.
Red, the sparks of igniting a flame.
Red, the meaning of what I became.
you knew it from the beginning,
this boy was nothing but trouble.
with a leather jacket and cigarette
in hand bad news never looked so
good to you.
detention was a place to be, with more
than just four white walls, it was you and
him. walk away and never look back,
why didn't you listen?
silly boy, why didn't you listen?
sometimes the thrill is too much
to ignore, in the locker room,
steam all around sneaking
around. just needed an eyeful to
get locked on, your mind now set,
nothing in your way.
look for clues i
Victor slept, haphazardly sprawled over the cushions on my floor. I could not help but stare.
His slumber was so peaceful; air being caught and released in gentle breaths. He had such rosy lips in contrast to his milky pale skin. I watched as his eyelids fluttered, knowing he was deep in a dream.
The knowledge reminded me: I should be doing my job.
Yet the temptation to watch him for a moment longer proved too great for me.
I brushed a strand of damp black hair from his face trailing my fingers gently over his smooth skin safe in the knowledge he would not awaken. He could not.
The brief contact made me feel cold, and lonel
Once there was a girl who was in love with the night sky.
She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world.
As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sk
He wasn't supposed to be here.
He didn't want to be here.
But here he was, placing his keys, his wallet, and anything else of his that could be used to do bodily harm into a basket for a nurse to keep behind a desk. His jacket was taken and his pockets were searched before he was allowed to go behind locked doors and into a whole different world; a world that was shaped from monotone shades of grey and the sound of old cartoons playing on a TV that no one was watching. There were no pictures on the wall, no windows, no defining objects. Just steel chairs bolted to the floor and nurses without smiles.
Nothing to comfort. Nothing to harm.
I