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I Built This by SomethingLeftToLose, literature
Literature
I Built This
I built it with my bare hands,
A paradise - unrestrained,
A design to sprawl in line, left and right, across these lands
As blinding white light scrawls tight words in the rain
I built it by the river,
A serenity - keen and clean,
Amenities for obscenities past delivered
Memories, for no more agony to become unto me
I built it by the valleys,
An ascension - always rising,
No mention of the tallies of shallow fallacies rapt for hourly salaries
Powerful tension I took in realizing wrenching incension of the fountains of baptizing
In lies
I tried, and survived
And still, I built it
I built it all for a new life,
A fate - maimed f
Carved by JadedJagged, literature
Literature
Carved
nothing can stay illuminated for long
The glass shatters over the fragments of sawdust
what was carved, caved in.
Handmade deception only wears itself down
so I burned my workshop,
left it's limbs lying on black pavement
sang a final song to it's sleeping space
and I walked, just until I could see no hole
where my dreams had been,
where my craft was to live, and my sucess was judged by nobody.
peach pit pulled by etre-aime, literature
Literature
peach pit pulled
her heart felt like a peach pit pulled from sticky flesh, she remembered
the blue-ridged roads curved ever-upward then suddenly down
the scent of wisteria within the car, her own eyes paused in the mirror
politely purple rested 'round her daughter's curls: a crown; outside still seagulled in her mind
in the trunk: two boxes of books buried deep inside, grandma's good-luck croc pot, grandpa's gun,
suitcases filled, stuffed with seashells and skirts, and
eliza's houndstooth coat. no notes he wrote- there were none she collected and none she left.
gladly she drove through these evergreen groves to rest lone in the cabin;
it wo
ace and winston by consolecadet, literature
Literature
ace and winston
i saw you before anyone else, before
the crow's-nest boy called, staring out over
that first desolate plain we sailed across;
thick prairie grasses growing sparse and dry
a small man, and vulnerable
you were unconscious; overdosed on morphine and
god knows what else
twig limbs and one-two-three-skip heartbeat,
burns on half your body and
no one ever asked what happened
i offered you a coat and gauze bandages,
a flask of whiskey, medical assistance.
you smiled weakly (rare occurrence) and said,
i myself am a medical man, thank you--
but i'll take you up on the whiskey
i've been calling you Doctor from then on,
since you still w
Alone by Mansongurl27, literature
Literature
Alone
Alone here again
As I lay in my bed
I feel so empty
I feel so out of touch
Alone here again
I lay but with eyes open
I am afraid to shut my eyes
Then I'll be in the dark
I don't want to be alone in the dark
It's so lonely there
I feel so lost and lonely
Alone here again with no one to call my own
No one to hold me
No one to cuddle with me
Alone here again
Each passing day I feel much more alone
Alone here again
But with the lights on
If I sit in the dark
I'll get scared
And I have no one to comfort me
Alone here again
As I lay in my bed.
In Secret Places by MiiSantiiRomance, literature
Literature
In Secret Places
They weren't the only ones lying on the floor of Frank's friends living room, but they were the only ones still awake. Gerard was lying on his back, his eyes glued to the ceiling, trying to figure out where the horrid pattern began and where it ended. In his peripheral vision, he was slightly aware of Frank lying on his side, staring at him. His alcohol soaked breath gently ghosted over Gerard's neck, and Gerard tried to focus on anything but Frank.
"Tell me a secret," Frank whispered.
"Why?" Gerard replied.
"Because I want to know everything about you," Frank whined, "I don't know any of your secrets."
"Well, I don't know any of yours."
