"Are you sure this is what you want?" His voice was low, solemn,as he stared at her. She stood only a few feet from where he stood but that didn't matter, it felt like she was miles away. Her arms were wrapped around her chest as if trying to protect herself, but from what? Himself? Probably.
"Don't ask me that." She whispered. "You know it's what has to happen." Her voice was trembling and it took all his will power to stay where he was instead of rushing to her side. He shoved his fists into his pockets, clenching them together. Forcing his eyes off of her he looked back over the ocean, the night sky turning the waters black. It was quiet. No sound of water crashing against the sides of the island or animals chirping their nightly lullaby.
"You know what?" I started, anger slowly bubbling up inside me. She looked up, noticing the change in my demeanor. Slowly I turned my head towards her, my heart racing. Yesterday when our eyes connected I became light and giddy, wanting to spend the rest of my life with her. Although, it's been a long day and many things have changed. Now all that is there in her, what I once found beautiful, disgusted me causing my lip to curl up slightly.
"Screw you." I spat out those last words before I took my final step over the ledge, crashing into the waters below.
i was asked to write a sentence. A true sentence. A sentence that i am entirely sure is true. The truest sentence i could think of. it took me a while for i am unsure about most. But there is something that is true. truer that you. however i cannot use words to describe it for it is a feeling and no, i'm not talking about love and all that bullshit, im talking about the feeling when everything goes quiet, your lungs feel as though they have collapsed, every muscle tenses and in that blissful moment you feel as if you are invincible. it is the truest feeling i have ever felt. i know it is true because if that feeling was not true i wouldve given up pursuing it long ago for you see, everything is only as true as you believe it to be
the pendulum swung, the cockroaches scuttled and he thought. He thought of all his fingers. Each one tapping against his emaciated calf. his long unruly hair scratched the discs of his spine which were protruding from the ghostly flesh. whispering to him, the cockroaches told him of sunlight and of food. he did not understand. He did not understand much for one cannot know much if they have never left the boundaries in which one is born into. Deprived of experience and therefor wisdom, the most intelligent being rotted away beneath silky cobwebs
i swear the mirrors are changing. They contort my figure, they persuade my frown. Swirling through the reflective surface. Rising from the bleak night, the sun appeared that morning and my face glowed yellow, lips stretched up my cheeks and long black eyelashes tickling my pink eyelids. Now sat beside the mirror, my lips stretch down my cheeks, my face is pale and sickly, short eyelashes in clumpy mascara which smeared over my eyelids glistening on the purple bruises. Its the same day, i have not touched my face, yet it appears different. Im hiding from them, the mirrors, they trick me, they change me
I came into the world wearing blindfolds and ankle shackles. But I’m through complaining. The world is a complaint factory, where each mass produced drone spews forth their slanted gossip. I’m wearing blindfolds, striving for a glimpse of nature. The world is a stage for wall builders, who show off their many creative designs for blocking people out. Poor hot people looking for an ice cube while wealthy people think deeply about God in their air-conditioned homes. And the bitching and moaning never stops. "I don’t believe you," he said, as if we hadn’t just met. I’m telling the truth, though. You can tell by the contortions on the faces of my audience. You can tell by the loosened shackles for which I was bound. You can tell by the blindfold laying on the ground.