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Dear DadYou have always been my favourite ghost
that blurry, little something in the corner of my mind
that never loved me
even when I begged on my knees in front of you like you were some kind of God.
I crawled. I cried.
I called you in my dreams when they turned into nightmares.
I saw a man once, I almost thought it was you but then he hugged a girl and I walked away with a sad smile.
I am writing this on a warm summer night and you don’t even know.
And you don’t even care.
I saw your picture on the news today.
A piece of paper unmarred by the destruction surrounding it.
A gloved hand held it up, like he would present a medal of honor.
But there is no honor to find here, only tears.
Between the rubble and the fire, you are the single recognisable witness.
There are people telling us untruths and half lies, only you know what really happened.
It hurts me to think that I might have known before your family did that you left us.
Television is a cruel thing. I hope they don't have that where you are now.
Because then you would see the chaos that is left, the chaos that is our world.
And you are too young and innocent to learn about these things.
Your picture tells us more than the reporters ever could.
Still, they talk about fault like it matters.
Cause and effect mean little for the one's like you.
You will forever be the face of this day.
You will be remembered.
Dearest SisterDearest Sister,
There are so many things I wish I could tell you, could give to you, for everything you've done for me. I know it's something I can never repay, and while a picture's worth a thousand words I'm not the greatest artist, so I'll try to put my feelings in words. Thank you. For being there for me, not just through the good times and the fun times, but also through the dark times when it seems like all but a few glimmering lights give me reason. If someone told me a little over a year ago, that when I joined Heart Shrine that I would meet the sister I should've known my whole life I probably would've rolled my eyes and laughed. I've done things in my life I regret, but one thing I will never regret is meeting you.
I still look back on that first little conversation and smile. Though it's been only a little over a year, it already feels like I've known you forever. My soul has always known you, my sister. You're smart, and strong, and beautiful. A talented artist, and the tru
What I Want to HearI love you... that's not what I was going for.
I never wanted us to fall in love
And you didn't either
I'm sorry... these aren't the words I want to hear.
You don't need to feel sorry for rejecting me
I don't want you to feel regret
It is okay.
My friend... no, it is too late for that.
The train has left some time ago
It would never be the same
So I let go.
What do I want
To hear from you
What could make me feel better
Even though you mean nothing to me any more?
There was nothing I had to give
I have never been interesting enough
Was I, in your eyes, just a boring, introverted nerd?
Will you see
That you've misjudged me
So if our paths cross tomorrow
I can hear that you were wrong?
cfxThey gather in a circle,
an unconscious nod to the times of kinships past.
Sipping from a bottle imbued with the innate power of a dopamine drip.
Smiling faces, muscle stretched ear to ear- immovable monuments being torn by a pirate's rack.
They look at one another, feigning interest through the desolate oblivion behind their eyes.
I see their pasts, presents, and inevitable futures as it flashes like a lightening crack through a marshmallow membrane behind glassed eyes.
All mistakes and regret murking personalities into an undifferentiated mass of voices and faces.
Jolly chuckles to unimportant tales, passing time, existence.
Looking through the trees I watch the deer bound, leap, as if to evade entrapment.
Another joke made, ominous empty mass hysteria- worthy an award.
The sky a dull desaturating mauve, dissociating into oil.
I'm fluid, saturating the disheveled mat, I'm loved.
I'm amusement incarnate.
A torrential st
WIN 500 points and have fuuuun!It's a Contest Contest!
And what I mean by that is this:
Ebba, My Pokémon Trainer O.C, is a contest coordinator in Sinnoh too!
And in the Sinnoh region Coordinators dress up for contest, they often wear dresses and Tux's.
See here for Contest wear of other trainers
Well, Ebba needs an outfit for contest!
This is where you come in!
Design an outfit for Ebba to wear when in a contest!
This is a costume design contest!
Deadline is July 31, 2014
Picture must be colored
Picture should be of Ebba from Top to bottom, Full body picture, of her wearing your design!
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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