October 15th
1:21 A.M.
I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
1:26 A.M.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
1:39 A.M.
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
1:42 A.M.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
1:44 A.M.
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
1:46 A.M.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
1:55 A.M.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
2:06 A.M.
Are you still here?
2:07 A.M.
I can't find you.
2:11 A.M.
I thought I
Her skeleton pushed outwards while her skin caved in. My fingers crawled up her spine. They dipped into the hollow above her collarbone and memorized the sheer slope of each protruding rib.
I watched her die.
-
I gasped for breath in an effort to satisfy my ribcage, but the heavy air snapped my bones.
{I was trying to breathe you in}
-
Each breath seemed to puncture a hole in your lungs.
In Love with Summer Days by TheAmericanAverage, literature
Literature
In Love with Summer Days
Loving you is like
Idle days spent in seas of shade
When the horizon
Ebbs and flows {like great waves} and
There is nothing but
Expanse
Before you
And I'll sail forever in
My small boat, not searching for
A boundary, but hoping
To drown
Insomnia is the epidemic no pill can quell.
{The days fade into nights and the nights bleed back into days}
Time is just a notion; sleep is a fictional bedtime story.
There is no concept of division, distance, or separation.
October 15th
1:21 A.M.
I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
1:26 A.M.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
1:39 A.M.
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
1:42 A.M.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
1:44 A.M.
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
1:46 A.M.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
1:55 A.M.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
2:06 A.M.
Are you still here?
2:07 A.M.
I can't find you.
2:11 A.M.
I thought I
Her skeleton pushed outwards while her skin caved in. My fingers crawled up her spine. They dipped into the hollow above her collarbone and memorized the sheer slope of each protruding rib.
I watched her die.
-
I gasped for breath in an effort to satisfy my ribcage, but the heavy air snapped my bones.
{I was trying to breathe you in}
-
Each breath seemed to puncture a hole in your lungs.
In Love with Summer Days by TheAmericanAverage, literature
Literature
In Love with Summer Days
Loving you is like
Idle days spent in seas of shade
When the horizon
Ebbs and flows {like great waves} and
There is nothing but
Expanse
Before you
And I'll sail forever in
My small boat, not searching for
A boundary, but hoping
To drown
Insomnia is the epidemic no pill can quell.
{The days fade into nights and the nights bleed back into days}
Time is just a notion; sleep is a fictional bedtime story.
There is no concept of division, distance, or separation.
Goosebumps trail an uneven path
pushing up skin like the collision plate tectonics
in random rivers of chill and misery
Because something is gnawing in my gut beside the pain
This freezing sensation that is getting hard to ignore
tearing through flesh and bone
settling deep into the marrow that swore it would be warm
something isn’t right here, something has shifted to the left
The air smells of clean clear nothing with a hint of
whatever summer left behind to rot under the dead fall gaze
as blankets are laid meticulously across vast expanses of compost
I can’t get warm.
Bubblegum and Cigarettes by Firekeeper47, literature
Literature
Bubblegum and Cigarettes
She had put herself in the last sunlight of the day.
The light slanted through the gap in the curtains,
slashing light across her face.
She looked up, coughed, and inhaled more of the cigarette
dangling between her fingers.
"I was beautiful, once," she whispered,
smoke curling from the corners of her mouth.
It drifted lazily, painting mysterious designs in the air.
"I could be beautiful again, you know. If I tried."
It was true.
Her red-slicked lips were tight and wrinkled at the
corners, stained with the hardships of the years, and
her hands, the greatest tellers of age, held thousands
of stories.
And yet there was something ab
i'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
--
maybe i'll wish
on seashells
instead:
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
. you remind me of someone beautiful by illusively, literature
Literature
. you remind me of someone beautiful
once upon a time, you told me i can't save everyone.
- - -
you will never read this, thankfully,
( i think, i think, i think, is what i tell myself like a record on repeat )
but i would like you to know i have so much left to say.
i remember looking at you and seeing the entire world staring back,
hearing all of the music of the universe playing at once.
what happened? have you lost the notes?
has the world torn that out of you?
i'd give it all back if i could,
but i'm afraid you don't want my silly confessions or sad-sorry-stories anymore.
- - -
i've become no more than pixelated text, a name staring at you blankly through the
I have stopped nibbling the moon from my fingertips
still no you in sight
Adrift on this ocean
I pray for sails on the horizon
but over starboard thoughts fly faster than seagulls
I am shipwrecked
oh baby please, don't go. by electrickiss, literature
Literature
oh baby please, don't go.
i.
you're half-awake, entangled in the covers and he's nowhere near you. groggy, disoriented and very much hating life, you stumble to the door of your room and wrench it open, only to see a vast expanse of sky and nothing else below. you blink twice before you feel your stomach heave. you never knew you had a fear of heights.
ii.
when it finally dawns on you that your room is hovering somewhere in the atmosphere, you settle down on the edge of your bed and wonder if you're dead. in all honesty, you wouldn't mind being dead. besides, there's nothing to live for, is there? you look at the corner of the bedspread that you've been playing wit
She carries her heart in a box.
Offering it to anyone who would take care of it.
The first time she gave it away, she was hesitant, she had read stories about true love and longed to feel its warm caress. But she had also seen her parent's divorce, the screams and venomous words that spewed from their lips. The sadness that followed and the stress inflicted on her and her siblings with the switching of houses. Depression followed her to school, and seeped into her schoolwork, posioning her mood. Yet she hoped that maybe someday she would find a love, someone that would hold her close and despite
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