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.

Accused of being a Witch

So, let me get this straight... You've been on my couch for the last hour or so, and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me? On my couch? Really?

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Happy Birthday to one of my dear friends. Yeah, you know who you are.

My friend is now over, and has been for an hour or so (according to he and my dad). We're gonna stop by your house, say happy birthday, then terrorize the town.

Angry villagers will run after us with pitch forks and torches, as we dash through the streets laughing.

Chalk on the Sidewalk

A small girl in a pink floral dress has blue powder all over her hands. She laughs as she chases her daddy around the yard. After a moment, they settle down and return to the canvas to admire her art. A bright yellow sun, a white fluffy cloud. A blue sky, green grass, and a pink flower.
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I believe in magic, and I believe in fairy tales. I'd like to believe fairies and dragons, griffins, pixies, and gnomes exist. I believe there's more to life than there seems.I want to believe in love at first sight, even if it may not last forever. I believe in an afterlife, and ghosts, and angels.I believe that a higher being exists And I believe that miracles can happen.
I know that magic shouldn't exist, and I know fairy tales are nice, but not real. Science provides no evidence as to the existence of mythological creatures. Sometimes life is as plain and simple as black and white. There's nothing to prove there's an afterlife because no one's lived to tell.

But science doesn't mean shit. Science has no imagination.
I'm fine believing. I like believing. I believe I can believe in whatever I like.

Believe that I believe, and I'll believe everything will be okay.

Construction Paper

Tonight, my mind comes up blank. I have no words. Only a picture. And in this picture, it's a crystal clear night, with stars glittering in the sky like someone took dark blue construction paper and sprinkled glitter everywhere. The moon was pasted on the paper, a glowing hole in the sky in which I can see the other side.

On the other side, I see only possibilities. The could-be's stick out the most. You know, those ones with "What if?" tacked on in the front.

What if the stars were pink?
What if I was just a shadow, a presence you could only feel?
What if time stopped?
What if the sun really did move around the Earth?

But what good are possibilities, when there are no opportunities? There can be no "What if?" but only the "What is,"

The shadow of a paper tree with leafless branches rests on a dark green paper grass. A soft breeze is colored into the scene, and the whisper of the paper can be heard every where.

What if my whole life was just a dream, a distant painting on a once blank canvas, buried under paper soil?

My life is simply what it is...