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From Katie...i feel like an idiot...
for holding back...
but there will always be fear...
can i live up to it?
And when I finally do...
will I have proven my worth?...
or that I am really closer to the bottom...
Because one look from him stops my heart... makes me suffocate...
he's deadly to the senses...
but can i throw away a lifetime's worth of rules and limitations...
just for one night...
And after that...
will I still be of any worth...
a passing thought?
another nameless girl?
Unholy OblivionAnguished screams
Alotted time against an angry tyrant
Burning with the souls of damnation
Eternity of servitude
Demolished faith equivocal to broken glass
Acts of Vengeance
Witnessing rape of the pure
Devouring the souls of the innocent
An Unholy Oblivion
Bloodlust in my subconcious"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things to those who dream only by night." ~Edgar Allen Poe.
My eyes opened instantly, as though waking from a dream.
I awoke to behold, although my eyes were vacant, and groggy from an almost sleep-like state, a room in which my body had never been.
Upon realizing this I took in my first breath, inhaling deeply, what could unquestionably be none other than a Jasmine scent.
I had been in my dreary slumber, lying all but nude in a bed which I had never been in before, nor had any modicum of recollection of.
I arose out of the bed which I had been perplexed; wondering how I had gotten there.
I could hear the faint sound of water running throughout the chamber I had been.
Instinctively, I approached, warily to the chamber door.
Upon opening the chamber door, the sight of a dilapidated vestibule greeted me.
The sound of running water came from one end of the antechamber.
Turning my head watchfully, I began to inspect both ends of the
In dreams- FinalUtter silence. He closes his eyes for a moment, to take in the feel of the surrounding area. He has no idea what is in store for him now. After two surprising visits from two people he loves dearly, he has no clue what to expect. He raises his arms slowly, as he clenches his fists. He can feel the environment around him. He can now feel everything in this Eden; this Savage Garden that has become an apparent breeding ground for his most intimate thoughts. He can feel the trees blowing in the breeze, or the leaves dancing to the ground, or even the water flowing in the creek behind him in the beyond. He takes in a deep breath, holds it for a short while, and then lets it out. He can smell the fresh grass, the scent of bark, and even pine. He lowers his arms, and head, simultaneously opening his eyes, to see the grove before him illuminated, as though Monet painted this scene himself. He smiles a bit, sniffing a bit, to take in the scent of the next person who stands behind him. Before he
In dreams part 2He looked up into the sky, through the parting of the leaves. He could see the rays of sun coming through, almost radiating his stance. He looked into the trees, where she had left him. He wanted to run after her. He wanted to take her into his arms, and beg her to be with him. He knew this wasn't possible though. He took a single step forward, debating in his head, whether or not to chase her into the great beyond. His mind was made up, before he stopped his feet after the first step. He began sprinting into the wood, calling for her. He came to a small opening, which led to a 'fork in the road'.
"Where did you.." He began to say to the woman who had just left him.
At that moment, he heard a twig snap relatively near him. He turned with a start, and saw something else that came to his surprise.
"You look good.. Then again, you always did." The familiar voice of Kelly Jackson told him.
"Kelly. What are you doing here?" He asked, surprised to see her.
She advanced on him, sm
In dreamsAbsolute peace, and serenity.
Without opening his eyes, he grazes his hand along the surface of the grass he is lying on. A small smile breaks out upon his face, as he can smell the fresh scent of the grass, and the trees beyond. He never wants to wake up. He never wants to leave this beautiful place Whatever it may be. The sun shines through the leaves from the trees above. Parted rays of light splash upon his face, but still he procrastinates his awakening. The sound of the leaves from the trees blowing in the slight breeze is enough to lull him back to sleep. It's not until he hears a voice so familiar, that he decides to wake.
He opens his eyes immediately. He sits up with a start, and sees something to his own shock and awe. He sees someone whom he hasn't seen since as far back into his childhood, that he can remember.
"I'm glad you came back." She said to him, offering a helping hand, off the grass.
Getting to his feet, he is still disbelieving of the sight b
ReflectionsHe felt his face grow hot with tears. He could hear her breathing heavier over the receiver of the telephone. He had the slightest idea that she was crying as well. He tried to speak as softly as he could, without whimpering, but all that would come out of his open mouth was a slight croak. He was scared. Not for himself, but for her. All he ever wanted for her was someone she could love. That someone proved not to be him. He missed her already, and yet, he knew this was the right thing to do…
He said quietly, after taking a deep breath. He loved her more than anything, and yet; he felt as though leaving her would be the right thing to do.
"No, I'm sorry-"
She replied. He felt miserable, now knowing what she was going to say.
"I am sorry I never told you. I know now that I should have confessed my true feelings for you."
He had nothing to do but let more tears slide down his cheeks. He sniffled, as quietly as he could, trying to conceal the truth about his feelings.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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