He was a man of the mountains.
Surrounded by evergreen trees,
But his heart belonged to a
lady who was meant to be
part of the sea.
Everyday she would long for
the ocean spray
and he was meant to be
in the mountain misery's
company.
She would always be ill
because the sea never
sits still,
And he would always be
as quiet as a warm
mountain breeze.
If she abandons the sea for
the constant breeze she will
always be longing
for what was meant to be.
The soothing sound of the never ending sea.
Holding his hands was like holding an empty sack. All the meat under his skin faded away with time, it wouldn’t be long before the rest of his body caught up. He was dying but that tends to come along with his age. He carried all the evidence of a long life. The tales of hard times etched in his face like an old newspaper that’s been wrinkled and yellowed over the years. Despite the gravity of the situation, he was smiling. It’s been years since I’ve seen him smile.
I knelt beside his bed, holding his empty sacks that somehow still had the strength to grip onto my hands. “It’s still not too late to go to t
Not a single light was on inside my house.
Empty beer bottles glistened like feral cat eyes whenever the phone from my light passed over them. Somewhere from the back of the house I could hear the distinct laughter from a t.v audience booming.
I stepped over one body on the floor and another. Then I stepped on someones hand but they remained motionless. A putrid smell that somewhat resembled shrimp and whiskey emanated from my bathroom along long with a new coat of puke painting the door.
My brother must have had an awesome twenty-first birthday party.
Slivers of Silver by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Slivers of Silver
Dear Capillaries,
'…No one laughs at jokes anymore
But tragedies; they can bring a tear to your eye and uncontrollable laughter from your mouth.'
"You were never one to resist a good laugh."
Feet rooted in place, eyes shifting as fast as the breeze blowing
by, trying to evaporate into the air,
nothing left for
impact.
"You're an illusion.
Nothing but
Shimmering slivers of silver."
(Body trembling like a mirage, only steady if seen from a distance.)
'I am what you make me, I merely show what you
need me to be. Reflect on me.
Now tell me, do you like what you see?'
"Ha, jokes.
Twisted and silver
Just like the reflection of yo
He was born without the restriction of a heart, he was free from the consciousness of morality and sanity. But, whether he liked to acknowledge it or not, he had a soul. In the end he will get all the punishment his heartless self condemned him to.
He didn't care, but then again why should he? He knew what it took to get ahead in a world like this; just use the right people and let the right people use you. His motto was never show your underbelly while sinking your teeth into as many as you can. Leave a lasting impression, a permanent scar across their memory that will forever resemble your name. In this world the threat of hell doesn't sca
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
He wasn't my type in any way but he's everything I wanted to experience. Just once.
Is that asking too much?
He wasn't permanent and that's exactly what I was looking for.
Back against the wall and gripped by gentle hands in a stone stance that refused to give an inch. Escape, I can hear the laughter in rattling the back of his mind.
I stare into eyes so dark I couldn't tell where the iris ends and the pupil begins. But they were everything but soulless. His smile playful and daring.
I smiled wider. "I can get out." I whispered, taunting him as I lightly slid my teeth across the side of his neck.
He pushed me harder against the wall.
Love Like Concrete Feet by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Love Like Concrete Feet
Her lungs became iron balls that forgot they knew how to expand.
They tried to recycle the rotting carbon dioxide circling through her system, pleading that this poison will revive her parched blood cells-
(Little specs of dust, that once carried very code that gave her life,
greedily soak up the carbonic acid as if it will restore their died up walls.)
The air sacs in her lungs fill with water as she drowns herself in thoughts of him.
(But she lost the right to ask for heaven's help
Because she had too many chances to make it right.)
Images of him fogged her mind like little feet kicking up mud from the bottom of a pond.
Stirring up
He was a man of the mountains.
Surrounded by evergreen trees,
But his heart belonged to a
lady who was meant to be
part of the sea.
Everyday she would long for
the ocean spray
and he was meant to be
in the mountain misery's
company.
She would always be ill
because the sea never
sits still,
And he would always be
as quiet as a warm
mountain breeze.
If she abandons the sea for
the constant breeze she will
always be longing
for what was meant to be.
The soothing sound of the never ending sea.
Holding his hands was like holding an empty sack. All the meat under his skin faded away with time, it wouldn’t be long before the rest of his body caught up. He was dying but that tends to come along with his age. He carried all the evidence of a long life. The tales of hard times etched in his face like an old newspaper that’s been wrinkled and yellowed over the years. Despite the gravity of the situation, he was smiling. It’s been years since I’ve seen him smile.
I knelt beside his bed, holding his empty sacks that somehow still had the strength to grip onto my hands. “It’s still not too late to go to t
Not a single light was on inside my house.
Empty beer bottles glistened like feral cat eyes whenever the phone from my light passed over them. Somewhere from the back of the house I could hear the distinct laughter from a t.v audience booming.
I stepped over one body on the floor and another. Then I stepped on someones hand but they remained motionless. A putrid smell that somewhat resembled shrimp and whiskey emanated from my bathroom along long with a new coat of puke painting the door.
My brother must have had an awesome twenty-first birthday party.
Slivers of Silver by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Slivers of Silver
Dear Capillaries,
'…No one laughs at jokes anymore
But tragedies; they can bring a tear to your eye and uncontrollable laughter from your mouth.'
"You were never one to resist a good laugh."
Feet rooted in place, eyes shifting as fast as the breeze blowing
by, trying to evaporate into the air,
nothing left for
impact.
"You're an illusion.
Nothing but
Shimmering slivers of silver."
(Body trembling like a mirage, only steady if seen from a distance.)
'I am what you make me, I merely show what you
need me to be. Reflect on me.
Now tell me, do you like what you see?'
"Ha, jokes.
Twisted and silver
Just like the reflection of yo
He was born without the restriction of a heart, he was free from the consciousness of morality and sanity. But, whether he liked to acknowledge it or not, he had a soul. In the end he will get all the punishment his heartless self condemned him to.
He didn't care, but then again why should he? He knew what it took to get ahead in a world like this; just use the right people and let the right people use you. His motto was never show your underbelly while sinking your teeth into as many as you can. Leave a lasting impression, a permanent scar across their memory that will forever resemble your name. In this world the threat of hell doesn't sca
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
He wasn't my type in any way but he's everything I wanted to experience. Just once.
Is that asking too much?
He wasn't permanent and that's exactly what I was looking for.
Back against the wall and gripped by gentle hands in a stone stance that refused to give an inch. Escape, I can hear the laughter in rattling the back of his mind.
I stare into eyes so dark I couldn't tell where the iris ends and the pupil begins. But they were everything but soulless. His smile playful and daring.
I smiled wider. "I can get out." I whispered, taunting him as I lightly slid my teeth across the side of his neck.
He pushed me harder against the wall.
Love Like Concrete Feet by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Love Like Concrete Feet
Her lungs became iron balls that forgot they knew how to expand.
They tried to recycle the rotting carbon dioxide circling through her system, pleading that this poison will revive her parched blood cells-
(Little specs of dust, that once carried very code that gave her life,
greedily soak up the carbonic acid as if it will restore their died up walls.)
The air sacs in her lungs fill with water as she drowns herself in thoughts of him.
(But she lost the right to ask for heaven's help
Because she had too many chances to make it right.)
Images of him fogged her mind like little feet kicking up mud from the bottom of a pond.
Stirring up
Seeing Red Again by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Seeing Red Again
All I remember was her saying something about cardinals, yammering on as I continued to scrutinize the swaying cattails.
I think she mumbled something about beauty or youth or color
but before I could turn
to discern what she'd said,
those words had dispersed into the distance;
smeared amidst a flickering sunset.
I was captivated, gawking at
the bleeding sky above me.
God's underbelly.
That effervescent inferno dancing on ever-distant hills.
I yearned for heat.
She told me of blood: moist, hissing, exquisite.
She said it was fire; a delectable, searing ecstasy.
"It feels like roses, maraschi
Greasy Jokes and a Sharpened Smile by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Greasy Jokes and a Sharpened Smile
Honestly,
I have not the strength to care.
Your eyes were shark skin
greasy, greasy tears.
-
Honesty was always optional
but I couldn't quite grasp it
why someone would say
the exact opposite
of what they really mean.
Then I thought of irony and of you
and that grin
that isn't really even a grin
it's a snicker.
The sweetness of enjoying your own joke.
I am what you made me to be. by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
I am what you made me to be.
You know what this is.
(I never knew
beneath.)
No matter how hard,
typical of reptilian whores,
and you were dirty,
much the same,
alive in kaleidoscope
concepts.
(Intercourse at every
angle.)
Only in the seconds I
couldn't count
strings.
(We are but
puppets.)
Exhaling supernova
influence, tasting.
Control.
truth is, I don't wanna love you. by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
truth is, I don't wanna love you.
Is it really fear?
Till my blood runs silver, pure mercury.
I know little of coherency.
-
Today feels like chalk and phlegm and pheromones.
I remain a retching mound of meat.
An undulating mass of muscles and organs.
-
When I thought of you I thought of flesh.
Sensation and numbness,
breathing while holding my breath
alive but always dead
-
I saw red, maraschino streaks.
Lines of flamingo pink creased across the surface.
Then I thought of flesh and blood and feeling
and for a second,
I couldn't hate you.
-
Is this fear?
Love Like Leprosy by Katrinadoesntknow, literature
Literature
Love Like Leprosy
She let arsenic seep into her DNA
Chromosome splitting, gene defecting mistake,
Or merely a matter of survival?
It became a type of sickness, a different kind of leprosy
An undetectable, new breed that hollowed out the nerve endings connecting what she did to how she feels.
So she hid her disease under blinding, white straps of purity.
Until there came a time when she needed to rip off her bandage; Expose the festering wound beneath so that it could breathe.
Pulsating to its own beat like a malignant heart spreading pus through her veins with each thump.
(Tha-thump Tha-Thump)
It doesn't get f
Blunt like a machete, meant for chopping ways through paths no one has ever been.
But they needed the precision of a scalpel, someone who took the time to carve works and meaning out of scarred flesh.
'My feet hurt. I don't want to dance anymore.'
Its better to keep things temporary.
I've had a lot of fun but its time for us to go our separate ways now.
I'm ready to start looking for something more serious and you're
Just not the permanent boyfriend type.
Thank you and if I'm ever in trouble
I hope that you'll still help me if I ever need help.
You know how I like to get myself into dangerous situations. ;)
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