Just A Little Bit Colder

The night grew hollow with every passing hour. As the black deepened, the air grew colder. The wind and the leaves whispered together, the stars peering down and trying to listen to their hushed conversation. I shuddered, wondering where the moon went.

My friends beside me were loud and boisterous, a shocking disturbance in the otherwise silent world. We smelled of campfire and off bugspray, a delightful combination. The intoxicating atmosphere hindered our awareness, and we were vulnerable victims of whatever predator lurked about us.

Summer Nostalgia

The golden tongues of flame lick the wood, curling underneath the diminishing logs. Heat radiates, expanding ever outward towards the horizon and beyond. The gray smoke spirals around my face, its scent lingering on my shirt and in my hair. I've never smelt anything better.

The marshmallow that alights on my metal prong before me melts, getting gooier that one could have hoped. Quickly, so that it doesn't blacken, I blow away the fire, casting it out of existence. As I slide the marshmallow onto the graham cracker and smother it with chocolate and another cracker, I look up and I catch your eye. You grin at me and throw your arms up to the sky.

The young man sitting beside me is playing a guitar, and I recognize the melody he picks up easily. As the group begins to sing along, the first glowing ball of fire is catapulted, where it explodes into colorful, burning stars that disperse into a black, velvet sky.

The sound of freedom is close at hand, the cacophony thrown about the lake and echoing off the shores, like thunder.

My hunger for summer is strong, and I long for its warm embrace of opportunity.

Wouldn't it be easier to say good bye?

I'm not sitting here, doing nothing. I'm hurtling around a star at 70,000 miles per hour. That, sir, pure brilliance.

Listening Is Harder Than It Looks

When you ask a question, you may not get the answer you were hoping for... and if you don't hear an answer, then you're probably listening wrong.

You can't wait for the answer you WANT to hear, because chances are you won't hear it.

I Had Something Really Cool to Share

I forgot what I was going to say.

Ashes, Ashes

Then we all fall down.
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The taste of each word, the way it rolls off my tongue. That's what makes my world spin 'round.

The sight of each person, the way they all act. That's what drives me insane.

The sound of my thoughts, they way they bounce off the walls. That's what keeps me up at night.

The smell of the rain, the way it entices my nose. That's what puts a smile on my face.

The feel of your skin, the way your hand warms my hand. That's what makes my heart flutter.

There's Everything to Say

Her heart rested in her palm. She looked at it with disgust. To her, this bloody lump was a broken play thing, and it expired long ago. She threw it at a gray wall, as hard as she could; painting it with her soul. That was the end of everything.
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The world is just a gray blur. There's no color anywhere. Where did it all go? What happened to that precious rainbow?

It was the only thing pretty, and now it's gone. Strange to think how the string can just snap, and soon enough you're lost in the bottom of an endless pit. No light, no sound, no feeling. In a way, it's blissful. When I'm numb like this, it's easy to pull back, let go, and turn away. Maybe when I climb out again, I'll end up somewhere else...

And then I remember you, and there's no place I'd rather be but up there again. You made me smile for the first time since returning home. Thanks.

Lack of Importance

And I'll stare out into the distance, wondering how far away the edge of the world really is. We'll wonder what God truly sees and whether he approves.
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If I close my eyes, it's all the same. Darkness, darkness everywhere. You'll never truly understand just what this means to me. The importance, or lack thereof maybe, will never be appreciated.

But you've misunderstood the message here. You can't write in the dark, can you? You can't taste with your toes, can you? Can fire burn without oxygen? No. Don't kid yourself, don't even bother trying to prove this wrong. The facts are the facts, and there's simply no denying that the truth is this: We're not capable of loving people. We just like to love the idea of loving one another.

Even in the twisted shadows that glimmer with a slick blackness that's as inescapable as death, it's easy to see that everything you've ever known... Well, it's a lie.

An Infected Society

Hate corrupts and erodes the soul. It's like acid, corroding and eating away at us.

It turns our hearts cold and black, and devours one's sense of what is morally acceptable.

It infects society like a plague of death and illness. Hate is a vile and disgusting thing.

It lurks about in the shadows, waiting to ensnare us in its clammy fingers, a firm grasp on our shaky and weak hearts.

It's the greatest weapon, harboring in the very core of our being.

Only God's strength and light can obliterate the durance of Hate.

Broken Wings Equal Broken Dreams

Your wings are broken. What will you do now? Can you fly? Will you survive?

Our time runs low, the sand dripping away one grain at a time. We're running as fast as we can, and running out of options.

We've put our hands up and raised the white flag. You won, game over. I hope your happy, as the world dies. You're the King of Nothing, Ruler of a Desolate and Empty Universe.

Good luck with your forgotten Kingdom. May you rot in whatever hell forms from your destruction.

That Fuzzy Living Foot-Warmer

Mmmm... This bed is comfy, and my pup is keeping me feet warm.

Arg, me feels like talkin' like a pirate. Aye, cap'n!

Land ho!

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My friends call me a goober. So what? I'm free to do anything and everything I like. Right? Well, sure, if you believe in that sort of fairy tale.

And I do, believe you me.

The Light Coming From the Blackhole

You don't seem to get it. The more I push you away, the more you become infatuated with me. It's vile and pathetic, and I'm sick of it. I guess I just don't know how to tell you...


Please, just stop trying. Just leave me alone and get on with your life. You know we're both dying a little on the inside. Stop trying to hang onto something that's disappearing from between our fingers. It's a waste of time and energy.


I'm glad I have you in my life. You're my best and closest friend, and I don't know what I'd do without you. I know you like I know my refrigerator, and I'm blessed to have you in my life.


I know what I could say to destroy you in just a second. But you're too important to me to burn that bridge away. You changed my life with your smile, and I will love you forever.



**Each paragraph is about a different person. You all know who you are, should you ever read this.

The Loveliest Way to Die

I'm that question that keeps you up at night, the depression that forces you to cry yourself to sleep.

I'm the sick feeling you get, the loneliness that consumes your heart.

I'm the anxiety that keeps you from that dream, your lack of courage and strength. I eat up your energy, drain your life, drink your blood.

I'm that feeling that keeps you wondering:

Would they care if I disappeared?
Vanished into thin air?
Would they care if I slit my wrist,
Closed the story with a twist?
Would they care if I flew away,
Off to find a better day?
Would they notice that I'm gone,
Would they realize it by dawn?



I'm Death, beckoning and calling you to me, singing a gentle melody. Come closer, let me touch you. Let me rape your soul and leave you.

I'm the loveliest way to die.

Because Forever is a Lie

Time is but a thing of the past, a fleeting moment we'll never get back. A question then comes to the table.

Why can't I sleep?

But we both know the asnwer to this: my mind is wakeful because sleep is cold and terrifying.

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When you tell me forever, I question just how long forever really is. Does it mean that your forever is a year, or a lifetime? For I cannot answer this, and thus I have abandoned Forever.

Forever, it seems, is a liar.

Til my death and past, I love you.