WordsIt's funny how words- little, insignificant words, can have a deep, profound effect on you. They can wound you, make you bleed out until the blood fills every part of your body, overwhelming you. And even after the apologies are made, and everything is said and done, and you know the person who said those words that hurt you so meant nothing by it, they still cut like a knife every time you think of them, everytime you hear similar words uttered from the lips of another. And it hurts. You become paranoid, obsessed with them, until they haunt your every thought, every beat of your heart.
I have had such an experience with words.
They tear me apart inside, and yet I know I cannot forget them, cannot discount them or ignore them the way many do.
Yet I pray they will one day strengthen me, and that I will overcome their influence.
I've been waiting for that day for three years.
Any day now.
Such a simple word
But those letters hold more
Pain and sorrow in them
Than you could possible imagine
Centuries of alone
Milennia of people just like me
Wishing for something
To take the alone away
But it will not leave
Not without great sacrifice
Is the sacrifice worth it?
To free the alone from your body
Would you do anything?
Don't you know a cry for help when you see one?
Not like a searing,
One that bleeds continuously
It's more like a dull
In the back of your mind
It makes you feel
Iconoclasm -Burned-The raven sat in the bell-tower of the Cathedral, a matchbox and a can of gasoline in either hand. She stared down at the people walking hurriedly past the church, some entering. There was a cell phone the color of a rusted pipe clipped to her belt. She put the matchbox on the ledge where she was sitting and opened it, pressing two buttons quickly, proceeding to make a call. "We're Clear" The voice on the other line informed her. "The congregation is all inside. They think they're at an emergency meeting. Are you ready, Ravenscar?" Ravenscar. That was the girl's surname. She didn't answer for a moment, instead looking up at the sky, and then down at the people below her. "Yes." She said simply. "Good. You know what to do, Ravenscar." Indeed. She knew exactly what to do. This wasn't her first burning. After the Christians had turned their country into a theocratic dictatorship, small groups of rebels began forming, and then coming together to try and overthrow their government. Mimi Rav
Just a JerkI used to love you once upon a time
Thought forever you'd be mine
But then I saw another side of you
It was terrible, it was new
I knew that our love wouldn't work...
I knew that you were just a jerk.
Short Piece 3: SilkHer eyes remained closed tightly as her hands grasped the silk. She knew instinctively it was white in color. Pulling hard at it, she was only slightly surprised to find that it gave easily, moving across the bed with little to no effort. She bit her lip hard, feeling the sting as she drew blood. Finally, she opened her eyes and gazed around the room expecantly, only to be disappointed. Sliding forward, still holding the white silk blanket, she let her feet rest on the floor, standing carefully. Without an emotion on her face, she walked around the room, throwing various objects to the floor in an almost violent rage, though it would be difficult to tell by only looking at her face that she was upset. Finally, she went to her dresser and took a photograph from it, and, still grasping the silk in her other hand, she went to her balcony. In a ghostly manner, the silk fell heavily from the sky.
Short Piece 2: The Lonely OneHe looked into the eyes of the lonely one, noticing flecks of blue in the deep pools. But he also noticed that they were filled with a sadness beyond what was reasonable for the lonely one. He lifted his hand to her face, tracing her prominent cheekbone with his fingertips. "Tell me." "No." The lonely one could only whisper, afraid that her voice might crack if she spoke too loudly. Slowly, the lonely one felt his other hand grasp her arm and lift it to eye level. "Why?" He asked simply, gesturing her art work. "Because you told me you didn't want me." The lonely one replied, breaking eye contact with him. Disgusted with the lonely one, he released her hand and pulled his away from her cheekbone, standing. The lonely one didn't look up as he walked away. Instead, she lay down, pulling her favorite instrument from her pocket.
Short Piece 1: ErasureThe gray-sometimes-blue eyes gazed at the flickering computer screen. The hands with the red-white-and-blue acrylic nails rested gently on the keyboard. The soft pink lips rested softly pressed together in a thin line that betrayed a feeling of immense frustration. Then, suddenly, the hands with the red-white-and-blue acrylic nails started moving rapidly across the keyboard, furiously trying to convey any form of emotion. But they just ended up moving to the key in the upper-right corner of the letters, holding it until all progress disappeared. The hands moved to the mouse, shifting the cursor to a screen on the right, then clicking on it. A list of names, constantly in a flux. The eyes stared at one name, while the lips pressed together even harder. The hands, shaking, clicked on the name, and a new screen appeared. Slowly, they began to type. "Hi, how are you? I'm fine." They began to type words without thinking. "I don't know how I can say this, but I love you." The hands studdenly