Rain trod it's rhythm
Against the car door
And it sang of sleep
All through the mountains.
Green pines stood tall in welcome,
On snow-peppered earth
Their trunks carved deep
With tales of home.
I thought I saw you
today. I smiled until
I realized you are
far away from me.
I hope you don't forget me
While you're out there
in the world, where the
stars burn brighter with inspir-
ation. Smile at
them. Perhaps in your
grin they will think of me who
asked it fondly.
Perhaps they will sprin-
kle stardust down till I dwell
in a sugared blur.
Think fondly of me,
as the stars watch us both with
indifferent eyes.
I'm haunted
nearly
every
night,
By a face I have not seen,
A voice I'll never hear.
What happened to
that voice,
that face,
that spirit.
It could have been a car crash
or perhaps a
hear-
t
bea-
t
stopped.
Perhaps it was more
sinister;
drugs rejected too late
or a split-second
decision
that can't be lived
to regret.
I'm haunted by
a boy I knew
who was not
the girl you knew
or the child loved
or the smile
bright.
I'm haunted at
night by thoughts
of suffocating heat
and
unborn
children;
dry paths
that should be damp.
I'm haunted
by the
boy
I wish
I had known.
Rhythm and the Night by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
Rhythm and the Night
A line of velvet trance clouded the
air, made it thick and heavy. It seeped
through my skin and pounded through
my veins. I stared across the darkness
to the contrast of skin against starred
indigo; carved marble against the
night sky. The late morning hour, far
from sunlight, sprawled across our
Shoulders with comfortable weight.
The Grace of Losing Faith by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
The Grace of Losing Faith
There's a killer en pointe,
loose with
precious secrets
written on a hank-
erchief held
fluttering
freely
to
be
seen.
There's a fighter
toeing gently
with light foot-
falls and a smile,
who will drop
any weight
placed
in
his
grasp.
There is one who has
been trusted
once, twice, over
who has proven that
perhaps it would
be better
to
be
mute.
I figured out
What makes
You so
Beautiful;
I don't
Understand
You.
You are
Different,
Exotic,
Unseen.
I think,
I didn't see
Before,
Because you
Blend
Yourself
So
Well
In to the
World around
You.
You
Do not
Wear a mask;
You just
Position yourself
To
Fall through
The cracks.
And so you
Blend in,
Because I
Assumed you were
Ordinary,
So I looked past
You and
Not at you,
Because
They all blur together.
You are beautiful,
Because you
Are nothing
I have
Ever seen
Before.
I thought you should know by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
I thought you should know
I loved you once, you know. No, that is false in it's entirety. I loved you, for a long long time. I love you, still. Sometimes I'm scared that I'll never be able to get you out of my heart.
You're beautiful, you know. No, you have no idea how beautiful you are. I wish you could look in the mirror, and truly smile, that soft, rare, beautiful smile, and see what I see.
You've saved my life, you know. You really do, this time. Well, perhaps you do. I'm not sure I ever told you how close to simply falling I was. You were my only reason for living, for a long time. The possibility of your smile and the idea that if I fell I'd drag you with me a
The shattering of heart-glass
Sounds a lot like laughter.
Sharp and crisp and sickly sweet,
Bumping into itself and echoing,
Far too loud and distinct for those
Whose heads already ache.
I want to string your words like beads
On fishing line and hang them high
Above our heads, from a star or a
Meteor or a crag on a planet and
Watch them glitter like sun beams
And gems, crisp against the blue
Black sky, where the specks of dirt
Will be seen as added character,
And when you fall, my beautiful
Moonstone, you'll be picked up
And scrubbed clean, a diamond no
Longer rough, filled not with mere
Dirt but with space dust and all
That glistens with life and of loss.
I thought I saw you
today. I smiled until
I realized you are
far away from me.
I hope you don't forget me
While you're out there
in the world, where the
stars burn brighter with inspir-
ation. Smile at
them. Perhaps in your
grin they will think of me who
asked it fondly.
Perhaps they will sprin-
kle stardust down till I dwell
in a sugared blur.
Think fondly of me,
as the stars watch us both with
indifferent eyes.
I'm haunted
nearly
every
night,
By a face I have not seen,
A voice I'll never hear.
What happened to
that voice,
that face,
that spirit.
It could have been a car crash
or perhaps a
hear-
t
bea-
t
stopped.
Perhaps it was more
sinister;
drugs rejected too late
or a split-second
decision
that can't be lived
to regret.
I'm haunted by
a boy I knew
who was not
the girl you knew
or the child loved
or the smile
bright.
I'm haunted at
night by thoughts
of suffocating heat
and
unborn
children;
dry paths
that should be damp.
I'm haunted
by the
boy
I wish
I had known.
The Grace of Losing Faith by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
The Grace of Losing Faith
There's a killer en pointe,
loose with
precious secrets
written on a hank-
erchief held
fluttering
freely
to
be
seen.
There's a fighter
toeing gently
with light foot-
falls and a smile,
who will drop
any weight
placed
in
his
grasp.
There is one who has
been trusted
once, twice, over
who has proven that
perhaps it would
be better
to
be
mute.
I figured out
What makes
You so
Beautiful;
I don't
Understand
You.
You are
Different,
Exotic,
Unseen.
I think,
I didn't see
Before,
Because you
Blend
Yourself
So
Well
In to the
World around
You.
You
Do not
Wear a mask;
You just
Position yourself
To
Fall through
The cracks.
And so you
Blend in,
Because I
Assumed you were
Ordinary,
So I looked past
You and
Not at you,
Because
They all blur together.
You are beautiful,
Because you
Are nothing
I have
Ever seen
Before.
I thought you should know by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
I thought you should know
I loved you once, you know. No, that is false in it's entirety. I loved you, for a long long time. I love you, still. Sometimes I'm scared that I'll never be able to get you out of my heart.
You're beautiful, you know. No, you have no idea how beautiful you are. I wish you could look in the mirror, and truly smile, that soft, rare, beautiful smile, and see what I see.
You've saved my life, you know. You really do, this time. Well, perhaps you do. I'm not sure I ever told you how close to simply falling I was. You were my only reason for living, for a long time. The possibility of your smile and the idea that if I fell I'd drag you with me a
The shattering of heart-glass
Sounds a lot like laughter.
Sharp and crisp and sickly sweet,
Bumping into itself and echoing,
Far too loud and distinct for those
Whose heads already ache.
I want to string your words like beads
On fishing line and hang them high
Above our heads, from a star or a
Meteor or a crag on a planet and
Watch them glitter like sun beams
And gems, crisp against the blue
Black sky, where the specks of dirt
Will be seen as added character,
And when you fall, my beautiful
Moonstone, you'll be picked up
And scrubbed clean, a diamond no
Longer rough, filled not with mere
Dirt but with space dust and all
That glistens with life and of loss.
Like Laundry: NaNo excerpt by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
Like Laundry: NaNo excerpt
The child sat beneath the tree tops where he had left her, a few drops of collected dew splashing on to her nose, across her chestnut hair. She listened to the chirps and twitters and far off movement of the forest, none too close but all around. As she was lulled by the serenity of the forest, her mind began to wander through it, towards the strange caregiver who had left her where she sat.
It followed him, into caves and across the shallow part of the river and up trees and down dips in the nonexistent path and all around. She saw bears and wolves and clawed things, eyes glaring and teeth glinting in the unhindered sunlight. She saw
She looked to her side, to catch another glimpse of him. She saw his eyes on her, sparkling eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, then clenched down on itself. The quirk in his eye was love, but it was not what she wanted. She wanted him to want her, not to see her as his everything in a different way altogether.
He grinned at her, smirked really, a look of understanding they exchanged. She let her lips reply, then turned her face back to the bright screen in the dim room. She would not let him see the sudden dull of her eyes.
His voice was sharp in her ears, like an untuned guitar. It dripped with laughter and love and wit, and she loved his
Her Monster, Her Friend. by gummy-bear-power, literature
Literature
Her Monster, Her Friend.
He's building her a nest.
Doesn't realize she's a girl,
Not a monster like he.
His hands are mangled, not broke.
You can't fix what ain't broke.
Sometimes it's harder on his heart.
She kisses his unwhole hands.
Tries to kiss it better like her mama.
It doesn't work.
She looks for a bandage.
Finds nothing but ants under logs.
It wouldn't have worked anyway.
He reaches out.
Pets her lovingly.
She doesn't think to be afraid.
She loves her monster.
She loves him so.
His atrophied heart once loved.
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1) I like makeup far too much.
2) Growlithe is my favorite pokemon.
3) I belong to the House of Slytherin.
4) My favorite candies are sour skittles and blood pops and, at the moment, wine gums.
5) A lot of people think I'm a stoner. I'm not.
6) Innuendo is my specialty.
7) RPS squicks me less than it shoul
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