Handful of ThoughtsI’m wondering what it would be like to teeter on the edge of a building, the wind in my hair, and harsh against my cheek; the lines of people—ants—crawling about their day; little Chicklet cars driving around, stopping, turning. How cliché it would be to simply jump. And I think. Maybe I should carve into my flesh, dig into my skeletal muscles and hallow out my bones. I’ll collect feathers and sew them into my shoulder blades. I’ll shave the hair from my body. I’ll shove a feather duster up my ass and jump off of my tree branch, flying for theHandful of Thoughts
L'arcI shall taste the wineL'arc
from your cupped hands
Vermilion stains
upon skin and mouth
ShameI walk into the pharmacy and take note of my surroundings: one young woman at the cash register, one middle-aged woman facing the merchandise on the shelves, three elaborate displays for Mother’s Day gifts—I’m wondering why the cashiers are always women and I try to ignore anything concerning the thought of mothers: I’m here to buy condoms, damn it. I can do this.Shame
No, I can’t, I’m getting the hell out of here.
All right, calm down, let’s try this again.
... why do they stick young women at the cash registers?
“Hello!&
Remembrance It gets harder every day. I can’t go five minutes without thinking of home, of simple memories of happier times. And those were such happy times, when war was just a distant presence and we had the barrier of time to protect us. But our shield grew weaker every day, and now I’m here, blowing the brains out of people I have never met, and never will meet, people who could have been my friends.Remembrance
The memories come back to me at the strangest and most horrifying times. Two days ago I was in the trenches an
If Music Be The Food Of Love We spent our savings on evening dresses, and private box seats at the concert hall to see the Symphony Orchestra perform Beethoven’s fifth. The weather was mild for the time of year, but we dressed for sub-arctic conditions anyway, in giant fur coats that puffed us up to twice our normal size. We had spent too much money on the furs to not wear them, even if we boiled inside them. Underneath were fine gowns and expensive shoes. I wore teal, and Tabitha wore red, and together we looked a picture of privilege, wealth and beauty. The last of our money was drained, without thought, in the hairIf Music Be The Food Of Love
ABCs of EmoA is for Angst. And Art. Especially Anime Art. You must love it. All emo children love anime. B is for Blood. The gift of life? Please! It is your curse. C is for Crying. All those tears that you've wasted; just think about it. C is also for Cutting. For those who cry tears of blood - apparently. D is for Death. What all good emo children wish for. E is for Eternity. The amount of time it takes you to get out of this hell into one that never ends. F is for Feelings. You know there are only two. Sadness and anger. Nobody understands you. Love is a lie. Happiness is an illusion. Oh, how depressing and worthless eveABCs of Emo
| I think the only reason I write is so that the entire world might fall in love with me. I wonder if it's working. |
Woo.
Optimism
See? I'm loyal.
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
And because we both need hugs, please accept the warmest E-hug I can offer:
**Slips hands around you, pulling you softly into his chest and squeezes you gently**
I hope you are well.
-toothy grin-
Where have you been?
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
I'm happy that you enjoyed my hug.
I guess I won't understand how work drains creativity unless I start working. So, I wish I could sympathize. Is it too bad?
Or even bad at all?
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
*tear*
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Hello world! I love you.
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