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ShipsPassing ships. I think thats the term used most appropriately. To describe our brief encounter. Our quick lesion. Romantic language for confused feelings of body and heart. A passionate beginning of words and lips, passed and flowed through. Soon the sea grew, complex ocean of currents uncharted. For me at least. The north, the city of pink grey stone confusion of morals I found hard to anchor. I thought wed settle happily into the mariner. But no. A storm of interest, but yours whimpered in the wind, dissolved and dissipated. A brief moment passed as I was left stranded, trapped in sea weed entrails and coils complex. Emotions for the ship that passed me in a brief encounter of quick intentions. Gone with the wind, rather than constant like salt and rock, hard and concrete.
A DestinationYou were the upgraded copy, the richer version, the easy distraction. Id been consumed for hours over the alluded obsession, the favored stature that was a stranger to my tastes. Id thought and Id concluded, escapism or a plan, either to satisfy.
A plan set in motion, a destination. A train, another, a wait, and you. I came for the other, but found my eyes wondering. In that silver, those jeans, that voice. An escape and an excuse. Easy, no? The right moment, the right place, the right hour. The alcohol and the dress. Why not? I could have this version, this smile, this stature.
Why not indeed. A bad idea, a mistaken moment, a plan unraveled in pleasure and excitement, hurt pride and bruised ecstasy. Youth and naivety, for me. You werent what I wanted, even though I repeated it many times. I used your carbon copy aesthetic as much as you used my easy, drunken attitude. It was one night dragged over three days. I latched on to the version that let me,
ObsessionObsession. Its an easy thing to fall into, and an even harder hole to escape.
I liked you once. Quite a lot actually. Despite the fact that my best interests told me you were a bad idea. Your texture didnt suit my tastes, your stature was nothing I ever thought Id favor. And yet I fell after you happily, made a fool of myself mostly.
Its gone now. I found closure in a drunken night and a single bed. In spilled words of oppressed months, inappropriate affection and rejected touch. It was awkward, embarrassing, but satisfying. And then there was the exhibition and the appropriate obsession. And yet, I still like to think.
Your name makes me turn my head, your silhouette and sound will always make me listen. Its hard to completely remove myself from the half whole I once so happily sat in, wallowed in, and would have drowned in. A beguiling puddle of self pity and complete and alluded infatuation.
Im still jealous, with no reason to be. I still reminisce on things that n
the birds sing a note, or twoI am awake on this dark London night; so dark. Everyone beyond could be dead, the beginning and end of the world. Moonlight on grass and roofs and brick-walled buildings. I lean my head on the cold glass of the window, smelling tea and cologne and fresh rain.
Still dressed in tights, mascara on my lashes and perfume clouding my hair, I sit on the windowsill and converse with the dark-haired boy in the room below. No packing tonight; left for tomorrow—tomorrow, when the world wakes up. Not now.
In the room less than a hundred meters away my sister paces, curtains drawn, thinking alone, telling no one. In the room next door the Russian model cries tears that mixes with her lipstick, stained red. In the room below the boy pauses in his sentence and doesn't continue.
Bright lights in Hong Kong glimmer in the dark harbor and at home there must be the sound of piano songs as my brother plays. Midnight ticks by. I close my eyes and think of mornings with rain and history lessons, of aft
Snails!I was 8 years old and a generally average child. I was with my family in our backyard cooking out. It had just rained and all of the snails were out. Being the little explorer I was, I decided to walk around my yard and examine these little slimy things. Now, I'm not someone who believes in love at first sight, but this was a perfect example of it. I was so fascinated with the snails and my surrounding family members were completely confused as to why. Eventually, my 11 year old brother saw this as a keen chance to be a bully. He grabbed one of the snails I had and the container of salt we had laying out and tried to salt the poor thing. "Donovan no!", I yelled as loud as I could. Just then, my father grabbed the salt out of my brother's hand and began to chew him out, "YOUR LITTLE SISTER REALLY LIKES THESE SNAILS AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE TRYING TO TAKE THEM FROM HER, YOUNG MAN!", he barked. Needless to say, my slimy friend lived to see another day.
After all of this, snails became a big d
My Awesome LP IntroductionHello, all.
I'm Jen – Jencity, though I'll answer to either. My base stats are as follows: mid-twenties, American, Pacific time zone, college graduate.
I graduated earlier this year with bachelor's degrees in English and religious studies; I focused, primarily, on 18th century and pre-Christian literature. I used to fancy myself a poet, but I've since come to know better. In my free time, I pose as a freelance writer and editor. I've been writing and editing for pay for... two years? Maybe three now. None of my own work has been published, though I have edited work that is now in publication.
Comics are a passion of mine. I grew up on old X-Force and Excalibur comics. (Yeah. So hardcore nerd that I bypassed X-men altogether.) I'm currently working on writing a comic script of my own. The biggest challenge I've found in that is funding the artist. Because, I mean, money.
I'm sarcastic and usually pretty straight forward. I hate pussy-footing around. If I have an opinion, I give it
LP Self IntroductionI hate talking about my self, just so you know.
My name is Wendi, but online I go by Eva. She’s my OC, but also kinda my alternate personality. She’s literally a voice in my head.
Don’t question me. For your own health and sanity.
I’m 16, about to be 17. My birthday is in less than a month, January 1st. Yep. New Year’s Day.
I’m a Junior in high school in southern Alabama.
I have a small group of friends that I couldn’t live without.
I’m Lesbian. Don’t hate. (and just for the record I’m single )
I don’t trust very many people. There’s like 6 maybe 7 people that I truly trust.
I get attached to people way too easily and I know it. I can’t help it.
My favorite colors are red, black and blue.
People always come to me for advice, everyone seems comfortable telling me things they wouldn’t ever tell anyone else. I will always do my best to help you if you come to me for help with anything.
Oh, and I don't l
Yoko steals George's biccies"As we were listening, I noticed that something down in the studio had caught George Harrison’s attention. After a moment or two he began staring bug-eyed out the control room window. Curious, I looked over his shoulder. Yoko had gotten out of bed and was slowly padding across the studio floor, finally coming to a stop at Harrison’s Leslie cabinet, which had a packet of McVitie’s Digestive Biscuits on top. Idly, she began opening the packet and delicately removed a single biscuit. Just as the morsel reached her mouth, Harrison could contain himself no longer.
Everyone looked aghast, but we all knew exactly who he was talking about.
“She’s just taken one of my biscuits!” Harrison explained. He wasn’t the least bit sheepish, either. As far as he was concerned, those biscuits were his property and no one was allowed to go near them. Lennon began shouting back at him, but there was little he could say to defend his wife (w
All About MeYou haven't been this way before,
When you left therapy they changed you.
The drugs in the medicine must of mess you up.
And in my thoughts ill reply to you..... No.
It was her, when I lost my love, I changed.
Today, I've seen.. How much I've changed. I was crazy in love.
I laughed at anything, I had humor, I was alive. But I've died since I've lost her.
Since I've failed. Ever since I've lost her, moved on to another girl which gave me greater heartache, I broke. Yes honey.. I was broken. But was it really from you? I've drowned my mad with insanity and I became plainly cold insane. I've gained heartache. I've gained pain. And then I needed to find you.. She..
I wanted to surprise you.. I love you. And that's why I was there, but even before that, I grew my rage and anger. Alone in a home, I grew stronger in haste. Everything came to me. I was living a dream and as I walked alone that night, eyes unconsciously weary.. I ended no where. All but a complete waste, a laugh, a joke. And th
So I tried to masturbate the other day.
I could not get off.
No matter how hard I tried to get into it.
Then I thought of you.
Came so fast I couldn't even comprehend.
The healing process is going to be a doozy this time.
Amongst the Stars is my Safe HavenAmongst the Stars is my Safe Haven
I remember sitting on the trampoline, the one that isn't there anymore. Sitting there in the dark, feeling alone, but surrounded by people. I'd wish on every shooting star there was. The nights seemed so clear, like a pool of water you could practically see yourself dancing in. The fire the rain offered. I always wished for foolish things. A puppy, to go back to Disneyland. I only realize now, I made one faithful wish, one you could only find amongst the wiser, for my family to be together forever.
It seems so long ago, yet so close to heart. The pain of it breaking only numbed by the box of memories. Yes, one so delicate one shouldn't drop it. It contained the mysteries of life, it contained your regrets and mistakes, but most importantly, it held your heart. The heart is a place you have to earn you way into, you can't simply be there. But once a heart breaks, the pain is unbearable.
I remember now, waking up with a cold sweat, breathing heavily. Ha
An AnecdoteThere once was a girl who grew up in a library. She read thousands of books over the course of her life, and loved every one. Fiction, non-fiction, she loved them all. Every time she stepped into a library or a book store, she instantly felt at home. All those stories, clamoring for attention, aching to find their way into the hands of willing readers and transport those readers for a brief (or extended) period of time, making their day brighter. She helped whenever she could. She was always reading, always lost in a story.
This girl loved school. She loved learning, anything and everything, and she soaked up the knowledge her teachers gave her like a plant soaks up sunrays. At the end of her sixth grade year, she was voted most likely to be a librarian. And she embraced that title, making it her first email address, and labelling all the books she owned as part of her library. She allowed her family to check out books from the library, provided they wrote down the name of the b
Stream of Consciousness IHot water, yellow walls, yellow tops, giraffes, penguins. Purple shirts and cadged squirrels. Blue eyes, and messy hair. Burst balloons, scissors and inappropriate behavior. Waiting, anticipating. Cheap wine and loosened tongues. Orange, doctors, tenants and hills, smells.
We indulge, publicly, inappropriately, insultingly, without care or consideration. Disgusting affection. Tongue, lips, ears, nose.
We indulge in our laughter and words, alcohol and kisses.
Sober, little sleep. Big head phones and bigger suitcases. Coffee, morning, newspapers. White walls and carved tables. Shy kisses, lips, tongue, nose. Good byes, and promises in given books.
You are the one I dreamed of. But dont I always dream and fall easily? At least this time my obsession was picked more appropriately.
Swaying walls, blue light. Bed and towels, dripping skin. Sweat or water? Beating heart and pumping pulse, legs and arms and loud in my ears. Sleepy eyes and captured thoughts. Too much time to s
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