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gift - for CatThe first thing Lance wanted to do as soon as he got home from work was plop down on his bed and have a nice long nap. But Jackqueline wasn't going to let that happen. As soon as he walked through the door of his apartment, she was there in front of him, blue eyes big in her face and hands worrying themselves.
"Uhm . . . Lance . . . "
He blinked at her, unsure of how to respond. "Jackqueline . . . first things first. What are you doing in my apartment? Are you demented?"
"I came to say hello to Rex and drop off some lunch for him. He doesn't usually eat lunch and I wanted him to have a little something. So . . . we ate lunch together and stuff. I talked most of the time and he just sat there. I'm not sure what was going on in his head, but I don't think it was good. I tried to get him to talk to me about it, but he didn't really want to. I suppose that's okay and I should expect it "
"Get to the point." At this rate, he'd never find out what was going on and he had a bad feeling
60 - Rejection: TearsHe hadn't cried since the funeral. No, never mind the funeral, he hadn't cried since the day he'd gotten the phone call telling him his parents had been in a car crash. He'd raced home, been driven to the hospital by his aunt, and then been told both parents had suffered fatal injuries and had no chance of survival.
He'd refused to accept that. He'd begged, pleaded, shouted, and even screamed at the doctors to do something anything. But they couldn't. No one could.
The funeral hadn't made any difference. The impact still hadn't hit him. He felt like all he had to do was make a phone call and his dad would be there on the other end, telling him it had all been some sort of sick joke and everything was going to return to normal.
The day after the funeral he even tried calling his dad's cell phone, fingers trembling over the buttons as he pressed them, heart fluttering in his chest as he lifted the phone to his ear.
His aunt found him frozen like that with his hand pressing the pho
RainWhen all the colors run together
And rainbows trace their fingers
Down my window in drops of
Rainwater, I have to stop and listen.
Listen to the rain making little
Animal footsteps on the roof and
Windows, while the rainbow drops
Chase each other down the glass.
Angels and Shooting Stars - 4"Every life has a choice - to rise above, to fill the void. Every heart has a mission, and we are called to be human."
- "Human" by Jordin Sparks (singer and songwriter)
It was his cellphone ringing that brought Lance out of his thoughts. Three days had passed since the accident, but he hadn't been to visit Rex once due to the fact the boy was in a drug induced coma to ensure minimal brain swelling from his concussion. He'd petitioned one of Rex's nurses to call him if she was able once they brought Rex out of the coma.
Therefore, he answered his phone immediately without even glancing at the screen to see who was calling. It had to be the nurse since people rarely called him.
"Is this Lance Kilkenny?"
"Yes." A knot of worry was forming in his throat, but he forced it down with a swallow.
"We've called the people who looked after Rex at the therapy center, but we were told to call you as well. Rex was slowly brought out of his drug-induced coma, but
b-day gift - for KatiaThe fire crackled and the wood within the hot flames popped loudly, sending sparks toward the starlit sky.
Blade watched them with his head tipped back, a small smile on his face. He looked to be dreaming to himself those blue eyes of his were farther away than the stars. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees and spun the sparks from the fire around and around, sending them into a frenzied dance. The breeze ruffled Blade's pale blonde, almost white, hair and made him close his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
Orethan watched his brother in silence, eyes dark with the intensity of his gaze. He often wondered what drew his brother away like that. What about those sparks entranced him so much that his full attention was on them?
A slight frown crinkled his brow and he reached up to rub it away with his fingers. Sighing softly, he let his eyes wander away from Blade and up to the sparks that seemed to fascinate the boy so much.
After about a minute of wa
Clytie and ApolloShe resides on the river bank,
Never leaving as she waits
For the sunrise, whose rays
She drinks with eyes full of love.
She watches Apollo's chariot
As he traverses the bright blue sky
Toward the western horizon,
Fair skin shining in the sunbeams.
Her heart sinks with the sun.
Eyes watching as the last of the
Light vanishes with the shimmering
Golden head of the sun god.
Apollo never once bends to
Acknowledge small Clytie; but
He is not aware of her passionate
Love for him and his brilliance.
Night after night she waits,
Anxious to see Apollo's chariot
Speeding up over the horizon,
Heading on the same sky-path.
Her love for him never dwindles,
And the gods are inclined to take
Pity on the girl and turn her into
A flower, reflecting Apollo's face.
The sunflower resides on the river bank,
Never leaving as it patiently waits
For the sunrise, whose rays warm its face,
Which its petals soak, trembling with love.
gift - for JennaI found myself chasing stars again last night.
Every time I came upon one I couldn't resist
I traced its outline with my fingertips,
Painting the air afterward with stardust.
It's easier to believe in fairies and magic
Surrounded by the sparkling stars and drifting clouds.
gift - for KatiaAs Lance entered his apartment, he was greeting by an intense silence. Of course, it wasn't usually loud when he got home every night, but he was used to hearing Rex doing something around the place: scrounging around in the kitchen, drawing with his pencils scratching and squeaking across his sketch paper, doing his homework with music playing in the background, or . . . pretty much anything that didn't require such a dead silence.
A frown wrinkled his face as he hung up his jacket and pulled off his shoes. "Rex?"
A knot of worry began to form in the pit of his stomach. Had Rex gone out of the apartment without his knowledge? Not that it would be wrong of him if he had, it just wasn't something he usually did. Taking a breath in hopes it would calm the speeding up of his heart, he let his gaze wander down to where he'd placed his own shoes. Rex's were in their usual spot, so he obviously hadn't gone for a walk or anything.
His frown turned into one of confusion as he headed
gift - for ZepheliaThe soft flakes of snow drifted down to rest on Shym's upturned face and he let out a faint sigh, his breath coming out in a puff of warm air against the cold. The moon set the snow to glittering in a seemingly endless blanket of immaculate white. His eyes flickered shut and he felt snowflakes accumulating on his eyelashes.
A moment later, all his breath was forced from his lungs as something cannoned into his stomach. He instantly knew what that "something" was and his eyes snapped open to focus on Uketim. Thankfully, his stomach had been slightly padded by his winter clothes.
He gasped, desperately trying to get his breath back as he mustered up a feeble glare. It wasn't very effective with him lying on the ground in a deep drift of snow and with his triplet sitting comfortably on his chest, arms folded, mouth curled up in a smirk.
Finally, he began to breathe normally, and he also registered the snow melting down his neck. He sniffed, nose running from the cold. "Uketim, get off."
You call meYou call me a freak
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are a
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
are winter fire
that warms my body,
that stokes my heart.
is velvet gloss
through my hair,
under my shirt.
is silk screen
beneath my fingertips,
between my lips.
moves like ocean water,
washes over me,
floods every inch of me.
clinging to your cheeks,
puddling the pillow,
caught inside my kiss.
palm to palm with mine,
soft and breathy in my ear,
loud and gasping
against my mouth.
pressing against mine,
rising to meet me,
applauding in rhythm.
grasping at my shoulders,
sliding down my chest,
clinging to my skin.
squeezing me tightly.
arching up to me,
tilting back your chin,
pressing us so close.
undulating in excitement,
trembling in joy,
shivering with delight.
echoing inside my head,
calling out to the universe,
telling me everything.
tender and delicate,
Untitledi'm holding myself
because you are the air in my lungs
and if loving you
is like breathing
i would rather drown
The Flying FlagLong and faithful,
You have flown,
Our country's emblem,
You have shown.
Plain of blue,
Stripes of red,
Star spangled banner,
No force of arms,
No threat without,
Will bring her down,
A fortress of strength,
Impregnable from attacks.
But rot the core,
And she will fall.
No trojan horse,
But a traitorous heart,
Will wreck her strengths,
Into a weakness.
Above it all,
Oblivious to the changes,
The flag flies on,
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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