Excerpt from 'Forever' by nattrozanska, literature
Literature
Excerpt from 'Forever'
Our wedding was far from perfect. For starters the cake was late being delivered from the bakers, and my older sister, Charlotte, had flown into one hell of a frenzy. Apparently there was an issue with the sandwiches too, but catering really wasn't my thing, so I stayed well clear of it all. Out of the way. My shoes weren't broken in though; for fear of getting them dirty, and this was a problem I could concern myself with. It wouldn't do for the bride to have dirty or scuffed shoes, so instead I did my best to get up the aisle without hobbling too much. I couldn't help but feel my dress didn't quite fit me either, despite all the 'beautiful
Within the darkened forest,
and through the rustling trees,
past the stand still bushes,
and through the clumping leaves.
There lay a small river,
that flows without a sound.
Creatures drink from its water,
and feed of fresh grass around.
Birds skim its glassy surface,
and insects avoid its pull.
Its gentle moving flow,
is like a lullaby's lull.
Sleep overwhelms me,
and I close my tear filled eyes.
River, you sing me to sleep,
and make me forget the lies.
And through my dreams I travel,
into the darkened space.
My pain is hidden within rocks,
behind the rivers face.
Look in the mirror
Who do you see
Certainly not the person
That I used to be
Im falling apart
broken beyond repair
Wasting away
Feel like Im not even here
dont feel much of anything these days
Only fingers pointing at me
And memories sharper than any blade
When did this happen
And how could I let it happen to me
Hard to believe I cant stand
Without this crutch
When did my best stop being good enough
I felt myself changing
Into someone else
Not quite a stranger
But not quite myself
couldnt have stopped this
Even if I was given half a chance
This transformation
Inevitable as death
Should have ha
Lonely, they await,
They know youll come.
As much as they run, hide or cower,
Youll find them.
You dont care where theyre from,
Where they are,
Or where theyre headed.
All you know is you have the power,
You have the gun,
A license to kill whomever you choose.
They cant stop you,
Nobody can.
You see their black and orange,
Moving speedily behind the grass,
Three of them so close,
You cant miss,
You load your gun,
Point the end,
And fire,
Once, twice, three shots.
Three heavy thuds,
You stole their lives,
Only to sell their hides.
Penny for Your Thoughts by cairnthecrow, literature
Literature
Penny for Your Thoughts
one nickel. that's all I'm asking, all I want
for my thoughts. one nickel. one nickel
to change a life. get it, do you? I'm begging
for change. change
is the stuff that jangles
in loose pockets, the forgotten wealth
that batters against phones
and wallets and keys; it's the stuff of sugar-spun clouds,
weaving cotton-candy bridges
between our hopes and dreams and, yes, our
fears. one nickel. one nickel for ephemeral promises
and for five percent of a burger, yes, friend, can you
spare a nickel for such things? I'm just asking
for change, away from grimy sidewalks and
from wars, away from urban decay
and the recession, yeah, and
My name is Breathless
I can't breathe when you are near
My name is Memoryless
I have no memories, only fear
My name is Bondless
There can't be a bond between you and me
My name is Friendless
I don't have any friends as you can see
My name is Sleepless
I just stay awake and think of you
My name is Painless
There's only emptiness and nothing you can do
My name is Tearless
There are no tears left to cry
My name is Trustless
Can't trust anyone just want to die
My name is Skinless
There's no outside to show me
My name is Nameless
There's just nothing I can be
My name is Warless
I don't want to fight
My n
It was summer.
He braided daisy chains and called them flowers; she tangled words and
called them speech. I was the only one who knew
the truth; that the thin lines of cellulose that run beneath the tender skin of a leaf
are not so different from the veins of blood and sentiment
that pulse through syllables as they
smack against your teeth.
I was the weaver. To the art of his flower arranging,
I added in her words,
until it was no longer clear whose work was whose.
I taught her poetry,
and he taught me composition.
She taught
nothing in particular
--except how to laugh
at the arching of a word
or the stress of a phrase,
and w
The worth of a man is known by the way he acts to the other of his kind; the others of his
own species. How can the facts of life point to the way of enlightenment when you make peace
with all living creatures plant, animal, and humane? The habitat of all things in our world contain
our homes and the loves we have come to know they are either physical, or mental. We tear
away our boundaries in attempt to better ourselves but instead we tear away our souls in process
of making ourselves into gods.
I implore you for the logic that seems to elude me, the logic of understanding my fellow
man, for it has been high time that I would fit