

NovellaA sense of closure. Blinding, bright, blue, light. A force... But what? I wander the landscape in my mind. So it goes... I am intact. I refract the images reflecting in my heart. Only in a blinding sense of judgement. Never again to take your hand. Forever I leap! The sun is an iris, So focused. So FUCKED UP! I laugh, she laughs. Never again to hear the cadence of her voice. Melody flows, but lacks harmony. Are you happy now? A novela of gates and locks. Let it flood. Let it burn. Let me out.Novella


Silence For AmnestyThey choke, they plead, they cry, they yell they scream for amnesty. But it's just a trade of silence. They come in dreams of rain, beading like mercury, never to see the sky again. As they trade amnesty for silence. Nothing can come of this, she says. She knows all and nothing. She can't release herself from silence. the solemn sufferer of pain, path covered in blood. The taste of iron. decay of a once loved thought, just one wish. Please break this silence. this is all supposed to be built blindly, bluntly, but there is only silence.Silence For Amnesty


Mrs. AngstYour eyeliner is absolutely hideous.Mrs. Angst
You do know that, right Mrs. Angst? Oh, just look at you precious, in your little band t-shirt, oh just so uncomfortably warm in that trenchcoat-you'd-never-be-seen-without. Oh, so intelligent you are, oh the anarchy, the anti-establishment ideas burning in your eyes, walking around in those lovely sweatshop-manufactured converses. That's right love, flaunt that hatred, pucker those lips, let no one see a smile. Wrap those once vibrant eyes in layers of hair, dyed black last night "just like that one girl on MTV." Oh so deep, so deep
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I would live to study and not study to live - Francis Bacon
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